Old School (A Bad Boy Biker Romance) by Delilah Wilde Read Free Book Online

noticed after the first day.
     
    “Dude, that soccer mom was totally wet for you. Why didn't you go for it? She was so damn sexy, you should have left me have her if you didn't want her. You all right?” he asked.
     
    I shrugged.
     
    “Nah, she was kind of a dog.”
     
    The woman in question was barely thirty, in perfect shape and obviously gagging for it. No heterosexual man in his right mind would turn her down. No guy except me. It wasn't like I could tell Brett about how weird I was feeling, so I had to lie. He rolled his eyes at me.
     
    “You're nuts,” said Brett, shaking his head. “She was beautiful. Fuck Vince, I'm starting to think you've fucked so many girls that your de sensitized to quality pussy.”
    I looked the front door of the shop and smirked back at him.
     
    “Maybe your too desperate cos you never get any!” I said. Thankfully, this made things go back to normal. My banter with Brett proved, at least to him, that I hadn't been abducted by aliens and replaced by a clone. As for me, well I wasn't so sure.
    It was probably a temporary thing. At least, that's what I told myself. It wasn't like I loved her or anything. Nah, that definitely wasn't it. We'd only interacted for a couple of hours and half of that time was spent with her running me over or yelling at me. The other half was pretty fucking good though.
     
    I turned on my side and wondered if Lola had thought about me at all. She must have. She didn't seem like the kind of chick that had one night stands regularly. Sex was actually a big deal for her. There must have been something that attracted her to me, even if it was only my looks. Tattoos and muscles seemed to have that effect on a startling percentage of the female population.
     
    I glanced at my cell phone. If I had her number I could invite her over for a booty call. I'd find out every position she loved to be fucked in and even try a few new ones. I'd eat her out for as long as she wanted and maybe even let her suck my dick if she was into it. It would be hot. I wondered what kind of lingerie she liked to wear. She would look good in red lace, I bet.
     
    Unfortunately, my plans were destined to go unrealized that night. I didn't have her number and she didn't have mine. All she had of me was the expensive belt that I'd accidentally left in her car. All I had from her was a head wound.
    It was OK though. I didn't give up easily. I didn't become as wealthy as I was by being a quitter. I would find Lola again somehow and when I did I would fuck her again. That would settle things. It was the only way things could go back to normal.
     
     
    Lola
     
    Going back to work after my insane encounter with Vince and a weekend that slipped away in the blink of an eye wasn't exactly an exciting prospect. Meeting Vince was like a crazy scene from a movie, or the kind of sexy experience that rock stars write about in their songs. It all made work seem like an unpleasant dream. Unfortunately, Jennifer was my reality.
     
    “OK ladies, let's brainstorm. What comes to mind when I say the words 'Biker Chic'?” Jennifer, my boss from hell paced around the board room. Me and my four co-workers sat and looked directly at our travel mugs, hoping and praying that she wouldn't call on us. It wasn't unlike elementary school in that way. Jennifer was like that one teacher who scared the shit out of even the toughest kids. Only, the worst that could happen in school was getting a note sent home to your parents from said evil teacher. Jennifer had actual power over us. If she deemed any of us to be unfit journalists then we would be out on our asses with a shitty reference to boot. I hadn't been here long enough to see it happen but my co-workers had told me horror stories about old friends who Jennifer had cut loose. Usually her sway meant that they never worked in the fashion industry again. I just hoped that I could keep my head down long enough to avoid being her next victim. Her question had been