Page 7 of Her Mysterious Biker
“Yeah, you might want to skip kissing like that in public. I’d hate for both of you to get arrested for indecent exposure in a public place.” Richard snorts. “Besides, it’s nursing home day, and the bus just pulled up. You know those old people are going to need a lot of help.”
“Yes, Mr. Alterman.” Stevie lowers her eyes. “I'd better get out there before Mrs. Patterson starts flirting with Gus again.”
“That’s probably a good idea. The poor boy was a nervous wreck for two whole days after the incident.” Richard chuckles.
Stevie lets out her own laugh, her eyes lifting to Mr. Alterman’s. “I thought for sure he was going to call in sick today.” She adds as she strolls out of the storage room, leaving me to follow her, wondering what Mrs. Patterson said and who Gus is.
Remembering that we are supposed to act like we are in love, I reach for Stevie’s hand and lace my fingers through hers. “So, who is Gus, and what did old lady Patterson say to him?”
Stevie looks down at our linked hands with a soft smile, then at me as we walk down the hall toward the main grocery store floor. “Gus is our new meat cutter. He’s barely eighteen and as shy as can be. Mrs. Patterson asked him how well he handles his meat. As you can imagine, he was shocked and didn’t answer her rightaway. Which just encouraged her to keep making comments about his meat.”
“Oh man, poor kid.” I laugh along with Stevie, enjoying this lighthearted moment and wishing our relationship were real.
After two hours of standing out of the way by the wall closest to Stevie, Richard offers me a chair.
“No thanks, man. If Stevie has to stand all day, so will I.”
With a nod, he leaves me to watch over Stevie. It doesn’t escape my notice that all the customers love her. Even Mrs. Patterson congratulated her on our relationship, from what I could hear from here. I’m not sure what Mrs. Patterson whispered into Stevie’s ear after she congratulated her, but it made Stevie’s face turn a deep shade of pink.
At four o’clock, Stevie’s shift ends, giving us plenty of time to walk to the bookstore. “Are you ready to go pick out a new book?” I take her hand and bring it to my lips, placing a kiss on her palm like I’ve done a thousand times because in my dreams, I have.
“Sure. Just let me grab my purse.”
The walk to the bookstore doesn’t take long, but I make sure to hold Stevie’s hand the whole time. Never letting go, even when we enter the store.
“Stevie,” Camden, Deadeye’s woman, waves, “We have a new batch of MC romances. They just arrived today. And I know howmuch you love MC romances.” Camden hands Stevie a book, much like the one I saw on her nightstand with the shirtless guy on the cover.
Stevie’s body stiffens beside me, and I squeeze her hand. Her eyes flick to my face before shifting back to Camden. “You know I do.” Stevie smiles and relaxes against me.
“But not as much as you love Alien romance.” Camden wiggles her eyebrows and fans her face. “The things they can do with their tails.”
“Tails? What exactly do they do with their tails?” I tease, making Stevie’s face flush with embarrassment.
“Here.” Camden reaches for a book off the shelf next to her and hands it to me. “Buy her this book and have her read it to you. You won’t be disappointed.”
The cover features a large, muscular blue man with a long tail wrapped around the waist of a curvy blonde woman in a bikini. The tail extends halfway into the bikini bottoms.
"Camden," Stevie hisses and lunges for the book in my hand.
I hold the book over my head out of Stevie’s reach. “I am definitely buying you this one.”
“Good choice," Camden winks at Stevie as I hand her the book to ring up later after Stevie has had a chance to pick out a few more books.
"Thanks," Stevie mutters, but I see the spark in her eyes that reveals her true feelings about the book. She wants to read that book, but doesn’t want me to know she's interested in it.
“I’ll let you two have some privacy to pick out some more books.” Camden smiles and walks away, leaving us alone in the romance section.
“You really don’t need to buy me any books. I can get my own.”
“If my woman wants books, I’m going to buy her books.” I look into her eyes and brush a lock of hair off her shoulder.
She gazes into my eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly, “I’m not your woman.” She challenges.
“You’re mine until I’m told otherwise.” I don’t mention that the only person who has the power to tell me she isn’t my woman is her.
I lean down—our lips are only inches apart. Her body presses against mine as I slowly bring my lips to hers.
The sound of a large book dropping on the floor startles her, causing her to jump back. “Um, we should probably keep looking for some books.” She turns on her heel and walks down the aisle, stopping only when she reaches the display Camden was talking about.
