Page 43 of The Biker and the Professor
Taking a pull of the blunt between her fingers, she blows smoke at me. “You think she’d bother to tell me she was going on a date let alonewhereshe was going?”
“Then how do you know she’s on a date?”
With a derisive snort, she brushes past me. “Because I’m Cookie.”
From my pocket, I get out my pack of cigs and light one up. Blowing swirls of smoke in the air, my eyes closed, I ask Kendra, “You up for trouble tonight, sis?”
“I low-key dig Toni, so hell yeah,” she agrees. “Who else is gonna refine my taste buds with all kinds of fancy-ass wine?”
As we’re leaving the bar, Onyx catches up with us. “Hold up. Cookie said you’re off to sling some shit across town. That true?”
I slide him a side glance, smoke spilling from my nostrils. “You in?”
He grins, eyes alive with mischief. “Hell yeah.”
~
Professor Fitzpatrick.
My physics instructor.
I should have known. It’s no secret he’s got a thing for her. He’s always stalking her in the halls or lying in wait for her around the nearest corner like a creep. It seems his persistence has finally paid off.
This throws a dent in our plans. I can’t risk being seen.
We wait in the shadows, the crevices, watching.
Back from their date, he opens the passenger door of his Nissan for her, then escorts her to her doorstep with his hand on her lower back.
My fingers ball into tight fists as I watch him brush her curly tendrils from her face, press his lips to her cheek.
Aww, such a gentleman.
But that's my woman. I know her. She’s not feeling it. She’s not feelinghim. I know her tells.
She keeps shifting on her feet, a clear sign that she's itching to get inside. Her smile is plastic, her eyes are busy, and her fingers grip the tassels of her purse defensively.
He keeps smiling and talking, smiling and talking, smiling and talking. The longer he’s on her doorstep,the more I itch to punch his face in.
Finally, she digs her keys from her purse. They drop when she fumbles to open the door. Quick to pick them up for her, he leers as he opens the door for her himself.
Once she's safely inside, he bounds to his Nissan with a gleeful whistle, like a character from a Disney movie or something.
“Change of plans,” I tell Onyx and Kendra. “We can only rough him up a little, key his car or something.”
“Why? You know him?” Kendra asks.
“Physics Professor.”
“Holy shit,” Onyx says through a belly-laugh, having fun at my expense.
“You’ll have to take off your cuts,” I tell them. “He’ll recognize the badge.”
We wait a few minutes after he's gone before we creep out of our holes, get on our bikes, and tail his ass, straight to his fancy apartment building.
Pissed that I have to bow out on the action, I wait outside the apartment complex with Onyx and Kendra’s cuts draped over my bike,while they veer in behind the Professor.
Onyx pulls up at the driver's side, while Kendra blocks the front of his car with her Kawasaki Ninja bike.
