Page 94 of Love Undiscovered
I turn off the light and hunker down into my bed, trying to ignore the smile on my face.
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I wake early the next morning so I can do some yoga before Chance picks me up. I like the muscle strength that yoga gives me, but more than that I like that it can quiet my brain for just a little bit. I shower and get ready for my day, foregoing making coffee since we’re having it first thing anyway. I dress a little nicer than I ordinarily would for a Sunday in the lab, because I’m seeing Chance.
Today’s ensemble is a pair of dark navy-blue cigarette pants with a white V-neck wrap-around sweater and black ballet flats. I put my hair up in a ponytail and leave bangs on my forehead. Light makeup, a spritz of perfume, and I’m ready to go with fifteen minutes to spare. I should probably just drive myself since I have to go to work after.
Which makes me think we should just meet somewhere close to my building. I call Chance to see what he thinks.
“Good morning, beautiful.” I can hear the smile in his voice. It makes me feel warm inside.
“Hey, I was thinking we could just meet at a place near my office? That way you don’t have to come all the way to my house. Although I don’t really know where you are coming from, so maybe that’s more out of the way. Oh, but I guess not if that’s where we are going anyway.”
He laughs. “Not quite awake yet, huh?”
“Not quite, I suppose.” I laugh.
“Text me the address and I’ll meet you there.”
I text him, then get in my car and head to the cafe. Anxious to get out of the house before I start thinking too much about what I’m doing.
I arrive before Chance, so I grab a table but wait for him before I order. He pulls in to the parking lot a short time later. I watch as he removes his helmet and runs his hand through his hair to ‘fix’ it and gets off his bike. Well, me and every other woman in the place watch him.
“Hot guy on a motorcycle, two o’clock.” I hear a woman say from the table behind me to her friend.
She’s right.
He’s wearing low slung jeans that fit snug in all the right places, his motorcycle boots, which are sexy as hell on him, a plain white t-shirt, and his leather jacket. He’s like a walking advertisement for Hot-Guys-R-Us. If such a place existed. He walks in and looks around. I give him a little wave. He smiles and heads in my direction.
“Lucky bitch,” I hear the same woman say, her voice barely above a whisper.
She’s right about that too.
He leans in and gives me a kiss on the cheek. “Good morning, beautiful.”
He smells good, fresh like soap with a hint of something woodsy.
“Good morning yourself,” I say.
“Did you order?” he asks.
“No, I was waiting for you.”
“What would you like?” he asks. I tell him what I want, and he goes up to order for both of us. I watch him as he walks back to the front of the shop. He has so much confidence with everything he does: walking, talking, sitting, driving. It makes it hard not to watch him, the magnetism that comes with that confidence is dizzying.
I’m still watching him when he comes back to the table and sits down.
“Did you sleep well last night?” he asks.
“Is that my next first date question?” I tease.
“No, but I do have one for you, and it’s perfect since you have to go to work anyway.”
“Let me guess, what do I do, or do I like what I do.”
“Ding, ding, ding,” he says. “Tell the lady what she wins, Bob.”
We both laugh at the corny joke.
