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Once I start working, I will be too busy to be lonely.
There’s still more of the town to see.I had just finished cleaning up my kitchen when my new phone rang; only Scones and the hospital had my new number. Bluey would see my new number if she looked up my information.
It was Gunner, his deep voice, who had my panties wet just from hearing him speak, and he wasn’t even there.
He was coming over to talk, and more, I hope.
I waited outside for him to arrive. The sound of his bike had me pushing the fob to open the gate. His eyes soon found me, and the bike headed straight towards me.
The kiss was full of promises of something more, yet he couldn’t stay. I felt my stomach drop. It was club life, and I had to accept either or walk away. At the moment, I didn’t want to walk away from Gunner, but I was scared of what club life would mean for me. I have seen what it could be like, but the sudden disappearances and the woman being kept in the dark were hard for me to accept, after what happened to me. The trust levels were at an all-time low. I don’t like secrets, and to know being a biker’s girl would have a lot of those, doesn’t sit well with me, but at least I can have some good times with Gunner, and his large third leg, that large appendage, was very satisfying while I sort my life out.
He left after just one kiss, and he had asked to take me out on a date and be back later today.
I stood there until he was out of sight and the sound of his bike could no longer be heard before heading back inside.
Oh, what am I wearing? Me to climb on the back of his bike?
Adorable dresses out of the picture.
What’s left?
A jumpsuit?
Plain jeans and a shirt?
Heels?
Can you wear heels on a bike?
Hair would have to be down; a helmet would spoil everything fancy. out Why does going out have to be so complicated? It was never like this with my ex. I could have gone naked, towards the end, and he might not have noticed, too busy texting on his phone, which I know why now, forget him, stop comparing, because there’s no comparison.
They are chalk and cheese, oranges and lemons, night and day, and any other opposites you can come up with, Gunners over six-four. My ex was five-nine and slim, whereas Gunner is huge and all muscle, so there’s no comparison.
Gunner sees me.
Talks to me, sort of, he can be bossy, but kind too.
Now, back to what to wear.
I have absolutely no clue.
I remember what the club girls wore, and I can’t wear that sort of clothing. One is because I don’t own anything remotely like it, and two, I am not going to buy sornething that looks a size too small and shows all my azz, and worry that I might flash someone when a part falls out of my top.
Nope, not happening.
Got to be me, whatever me is.
I tried on two dresses to see if I could straddle a chair wearing them, and the dress was definitely out. It’s not too cold so that I could wear shorts, but I don’t know where he was taking me, and if we returned late at night, it might be colder, the wind chill factor on my bike, I would freeze. So I am back to jeans or slacks.
I pulled out three different pairs of jeans that were hiding in the back of the wardrobe, and eventually chose a black pair that had silver stitching down the side, some pattern on the pockets, of a bird, a large silver belt, with a blue bird as the buckle, paired with a silver shirt with bluebirds on the back, black buttons, long sleeves, black boots, that had silver loops around the ankles, and silver on the tip of the boot, it added two more inches to my height, I didn’t want to wear the higher heel boots, because I am not familiar with how to be on a bike, and if the heels would be suitable.
I put my hair in a low ponytail with a blue ribbon, nude lipstick, and blue mascara, and I was done. I wasn’t one for a lot of make-up, can’t wear it at work, so I don’t bother most of the time with anything more than lip gloss and mascara.
Now to wait.
Gunner couldn’t tell me what time he would be coming, because he didn’t know. I sat with my laptop and looked over my accounts. All the money from that other account has been moved to my new one, all the cards have been cancelled, and all direct debits have been cancelled. My ex had been using my card from time to time, while I was at work, but he wasn’t buying stuff for me or us, but for them. Not anymore, you’re not. I never permitted him to use it, and I only recently noticed he had. My statement came in with items I didn’t buy, and when I looked for my card, it was not in my purse; he or my ex-best friend had taken it. It wasn’t worth trying to get it back off him, or what he purchased; it was easier to close the account completely.
I looked at my other account that gets dividends, share payments, and other payments and was happy with the money in there. Set up some term deposits, then moved to look at the personal one, which I use daily and where my pay goes.
That was healthy too. I received a nice payout for my three-month holiday, but I am only taking six weeks, because Bluey talked me into coming in early.
The sound of a motorcycle, coming down our street, had me moving to check the camera at the gate, and there was Gunner waiting for it to open, a push of the button, and he was on his way to me. My body was already reacting to the sound of his bike, in anticipation of what his being here could mean for me, like a quick romp in bed before we went, take the edge off?
I wouldn’t say no to that.
Gunner POV
Leaving Cora behind was difficult; that kiss was not enough to satisfy me. I needed more time with her. Like all day and night, in that bed, making up for being away for too long. But at least I got to see her, and she didn’t push me away.
