Page 4 of The Biker and the Baker
Now it's my time to groan. "Oh, Reese's pieces, what does he want now?"
"What you always give him whenever he comes around." She waggles her dark eyebrows. "The ‘good good’."
I roll my eyes. Calvin is my on-again-off-again screw buddy. He's narcissistic, sexy as flames, rich as sin, and seems to think he owns me.
We have flings for weeks at a time before we piss off and ignore each other for months. Then he resurfaces out of the blue, spills some bullshit that I pretend to believe because I’m randy, and we’d roll around again for another couple of weeks.
This cycle has been going on for longer than I care to admit. I indulge Calvin’s fuckboy behavior not because I’m stupid or have no respect for myself, but because I have no interest in anything serious. With Calvin, it's quick, easy, temporary with no strings attached and no expectations.
If he went by our deli today, it means he's been calling me. But my phone's been drained for almost half the day.
"How did he look?" Though I can already imagine him in a well-tailored suit, hair slicked back, flashing a million-dollar smile with that ‘I own the world’saunter of his.
Mira rolls her eyes. She can't stand Calvin. "Oh, you know. Cocky, smarmy, with a touch of white male privilege."
"Did Dad see him?"
"Uh-uh. And charged him triple for a naan wrap."
Yep, my father can't stand him either.
"But before he left, he stuffed five Benjamins in the tip jar as an eff-U to Dad," she adds.
I laugh. "I'd hardly call that an eff-U."
"To us, it isn't. But you know Dad is full of pride."
"You didn't tell him where I'm working, did you?"
"No, I told him you went back to France with your new man."
I burst out laughing.
"But I don't think he believed me."
"He didn't," I assure her. Then I smile. "Guess I'm gonna be getting laid soon."
She makes a disgusted noise. "You're pathetic."
"What? It's been almost three months. I'm thirsty, dammit!"
"Calvin is a narcissistic ass, Pia. You can do better."
"I know," I whine. "But his tongue game ison point. And his—"
Bloop.
Mira ends the call.
Chapter 2
Onyx
Thwack!
“Up, Owen. Timeto go. I’m late.”
I punch away the throw pillow that was just launched at my face and peek one eye open.
