that comment about me being taken over a knee. I thought, ‘Um, okay!” That dirty, sexy look does things to me.
But since then, I get almost nothing. It’s like I’m invisible. He moved into the room next to mine above The Roadhouse and we pass one another in the halls sometimes. I’ve tried to help him notice me, particularly this past week, but it’s not working.
I flipped my hair in the kitchen when he was beside me one day last week, waiting for his turn at the coffee machine and my hair caught his jaw. He raised his eyebrows at me for that. We were the only ones in the kitchen.
“Oops. Sorry,” I said with a smile. And then I noticed I’d snagged the last cup out of the big carafe. “Oh. Oops again. I’ll put on another pot.”
He scowled and abandoned the kitchen, grumbling something about Starbucks.
We’re moving to the new clubhouse as soon as it’s ready, likely a month or two, and we won’t be neighbors any longer. He’ll be in the members’ wing and I’ll be in Dad’s apartment, so I was thinking I want him noticing me now. I was thinking I should take advantage of our proximity while I can. Dad’s room is way down at the end of the hall whereas mine and his are near the mouth of it, by the kitchen.
On Monday – I let him see me in a towel.
I heard him heading to the bathroom at five thirty from just inside the ladies’ bathroom where I was waiting. I lived in a joint with a whole bunch of men, so I didn’t strut to or from the bathroom in a towel… not usually. Monday was different. He worked just outside of Ipswich, I’d heard he was a welder, and he left early every weekday. Some club members only stayed at the clubhouse occasionally, others lived here. As far as it seemed, Christian Forker had moved in and didn’t live anywhere else.
The rest of this place tended to sleep later than he got up. We had a few guys with day jobs outside our block but as far as I knew, Christian was the only one who left at five forty-five every day, hence my plan…
Sunday night, I set my alarm and I was showered by 5:25 the following morning.
I stood there a good five minutes before I heard him as I listened for noise at the edge of the doorway to the women’s’ bathroom and when I heard it, I was on the move. Casual. Hair wet, white towel around me and hitting at just barely decent a smidgeon below my butt cheeks.
I nearly collided with him, in his t-shirt and boxers, messy hair. There wasn’t enough time for me to fully take in the vision though.
“Mornin’,” I mumbled and protectively reached for the bit of towel that was tucked at my cleavage to make sure it didn’t let go.
He didn’t answer, unless you counted a jaw clench and a narrowing of his eyes, which he aimed at the wall.
I took my time getting to my room. I glanced over my shoulder as I reached for my doorknob and…nothing. He wasn’t watching. He was gone to the men’s room.
I shut the door and let out a big breath. Okay, so… anything? Nothing? I had no clue.
I was dressed and in the kitchen when I heard footsteps coming down the hall.
I was about to call over my shoulder and offer him a cup of coffee, but caught the back of his wet man bun and his Dom leather and that was it. Gone.
That night, I hung out in the clubhouse all evening and he didn’t get back until after eleven. He gave a two-finger wave to the room at large, which was filled with bikers, bunnies, and hang-arounds. He went right down the hall. No passing go, no collecting Jojo on his way directly to his bed.
Damn.
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Tuesday:
I went to the movies with my new friends, Lulu and Andie. Lulu was tiny with a big personality and pink hair. She was like a colorful goth who worked at my brother’s girlfriend’s hair salon. Andie was Rider and Jenna’s neighbor and worked next to the salon at her parents’ bakery. And then we went back to Andie’s apartment above the bakery and drank sangria. All three of us passed out on Andie’s humungous c-shaped sectional that took up almost her whole living room while watching another delicious massive blond man, Thor. Yes, it