Page 49 of The Girlfriend's Guide to Dating a Biker
BUT WHAT DOES IT MEAN??
Megan
It means he’s cooking you dinner.
Me
BUT WHAT DOES IT MEAN???
Megan
Do some actual work.
Me
I CAN’T. I’M MAKING A SPREADSHEET.
Megan
Of course you are.
Look, I wasn’t planning to spend my entire workday overthinking everything. But after this morning’s lobby incident (which may or may not be permanently seared into my brain), I have questions. Many, many questions. Questions that apparently required a new spreadsheet titled “Evidence That Jake Might Actually Be Into Me (A Scientific Analysis).”
Current data points:
Gets territorial when his club brothers look at me
Thinks about me while doing mysterious club business
Knows my coffee order
Doesn’t want our first time to be on a couch in a pool hall
Plans uninterruptible dinner dates
Kisses like he’s trying to ruin me for all other men (Status: Mission accomplished)
But then there’s the other column:
Disappears on me
Is very guarded about his life
Mystery blonde keeps showing up
Mrs Primrose’s plastic plants are severely overwatered from her “observation sessions”
(Okay, that last one might not be relevant, but she did corner me after the lobby incident to ask if I was “conducting hands-on research for the romance novel.” I didn’t have the heart to tell her that if this were a novel, I’d actually know what was happening.)
And then, because apparently the universe hates productivity and loves drama, I just heard them pull up. Multiple bikes, including his (and yes, I can identify Jake’s Harley by sound now; this is what my life has become). I told myself I wouldn’t look. I am a grown woman. A professional. I debug code for a living. I do not need to . . .
Oh god, I looked.
AND THEY WEREN’T EVEN TRYING TO HIDE IT. IN BROAD DAYLIGHT. WHERE EVERYONE (read: me and Mrs Primrose’s wine club surveillance team) COULD SEE.
Jake was down there, all leather and trouble, talking to two other club members. And her. The blonde. She was laughing at something he said, her hand resting on his arm in that casual way that screams familiarity. The same arm that had me pressed against the lobby wall this morning.
Me
