Page 20 of The Biker's Virgin
“Sex on a stick?”
“Never mind,” Maddie said laughing.
“How do you think I would find him again?”
“Woah, woah, woah,” Maddie said, pulling Olivia up by the hand to have a seat on the chaise lounge on the covered front porch. “Sit. I’m going to need a drink for this conversation.” Maddie dropped her huge handbag and ran into the house.
“Grab me a beer too?” Olivia yelled through the open kitchen window.
“Seriously?” Maddie was surprised, but returned to the chaise with two bottles expertly tucked between her fingers. “But we are going to drink out of glasses, like ladies.”
Maddie flopped onto the chaise and rolled her blonde hair up into a loose floppy bun on the top of her head.
“I can’t stop thinking about him,” Olivia said nervously.
“Who?”
“Blaine, the biker,” she said incredulously.
“Wow. Ok. That guy is seriously hot, and seriously the exact opposite of what you need right now.”
“Seriously,” Olivia mocked her sister, but it went over her head. “How do you know what I need?”
“I don’t. But you don’t need that. Where do I even start? The fact that he’s a criminal? How about that?”
Olivia didn’t want to continue the conversation. She knew that everything Maddie said was true. But, she found herself less concerned with Blaine’s illegal activities, and more concerned about attracting him. She sighed, even if Blaine did find her attractive, once he discovered how inexperienced she was, he would run for the hills.
The two girls sat in the hot early summer night sipping on their beer and listening to the sirens that wailed in the distance.
