Page 5 of The Biker's Virgin
“Thanks, man.” Steve slapped Blaine on the back. “And thanks for understanding.”
Blaine nodded and headed back to his bike. His next meeting was not going to be as cordial.
He pulled into the industrial plaza on the other side of town and leaned against his bike while he waited for Ed to show up. He lit a joint and inhaled deeply.
“Damn, Steve’s stuff is good.” He mumbled to himself.
The sleek black Mercedes crept into the lot and Ed stepped out into the parking lot. Ed was a dick, and Blaine hated his guts. It wasn’t just his pointy Italian shoes, or his stupid gelled hair, the guy was slimy as fuck. Blaine hated that the club did business with him, and he knew that it was only a matter of time before he fucked them over.
“Blaine, buddy.” Ed sauntered up to him and held out his hand for a handshake, but he stopped just far enough away that Blaine would’ve had to meet him to shake it.
Blaine didn’t bite and took another slow toke from his joint. Ed lowered his hand and cleared his throat.
“What can I do for you?”
“I need a tour of your facilities.” Blaine flicked the joint away and stood up to his full height and towered over Ed.
“Why?”
“I need a tour of your facilities,” Blaine repeated. He enjoyed taunting the slime-ball.
“Fuck, fine,” Ed muttered under his breath. “This way.” He turned on his heel and motioned for Blaine to follow.
