"Alright, well, let's get something to eat and then we'll fix the tire." I shoved her keys into my pocket and pulled mine out. "You good riding on the back of my bike? It's a little cold."
"I don't mind." She glanced up at me with gratefulness in her eyes. It melted me even more. She was beyond wealthy, and yet couldn't be Daddy's favorite from the looks of things. I wanted to dig into her, to hear her story and learn more about her, but I needed to tread carefully. She had nothing to gain from a friendship with a guy like me, and I had everything to lose.
"Be careful. Her dad could sue the nation and would come out on top," Jerry laughed, obviously not realizing how crass he was being.
"Alright, funny guy. We'll be back." I walked to the bike and handed her a helmet.
She fiddled with the strap for a few minutes as frustration moved across her perfect features.
I stepped up and took it from her as a chuckle escaped me.
"Here, let me help you." I couldn't help but look her in the eye as I worked to get the helmet on her. "Never been on a bike before?"
"I've never done a lot of things." She pursed her lips, and I couldn't tell if she was being flirty, honest, or sexy. Maybe all three.
"Well, it's time to live a little then, I guess." I got on the bike and offered her my hand. "Come on, princess. Your chariot awaits."
"Don't call me that." She sat behind me stiffly as if completely uncomfortable.
"Wrap your arms around me." I paused. "Princess."
The soft chuckle that left her warmed me. She knew I was teasing her, and she liked it. It was my turn to stiffen when her arms wrapped around me tightly. My heart started to beat harder, faster. I wanted her to cup my groin, press her lips to the side of my neck, and promise me more than something quick to eat. My damn hormones spiked once again thanks to the beautiful girl sitting behind me.
Her breasts pressed to my back, and I stifled a groan. Maybe riding on the bike together wasn't a good idea, at all.
"Let's go." She squeezed me harder, and I let out a grunt before shaking my head and starting the bike. We would be good together, good for each other, but it would never happen.
She was someone, and I was nobody. A nobody that was happy to remain as such.
Life was easier that way.
*
"So, tell me about the basketball team. Have you always played?" I sat down with our tray of burgers across from her. I'd almost had to twist her arm behind her back to let me pay, and while I should have simply relented and let her get it, I just couldn't. Some part of me wanted to impress her with anything I could and not buying lunch would have been the opposite of that, in my mind.
"Yeah, it's my one freedom. My parents are insanely strict, but they let me have basketball in exchange for me keeping my grades up and staying out of their hair as much as possible." I could see a bit of sadness tugging at the edge of her eyes as she shrugged. She had so much more to say, but we didn't know each other enough for her to open up to me just yet. I prayed we would, on one hand, and knew it was fruitless on the other. "What about you? Any sports or do you just enjoy riding your bike?"
"I love the bike, and swimming is my thing. Seems like an odd combination, I know, but I love the feeling of powering through the water and pushing myself as hard as I can." I took a bite of my burger and looked up to catch her staring at me.
Her eyes were the color of the grass on a summer day, and it took me a moment to break the intense stare between us. My mother would have been thrilled that I was talking with a normal girl, and I lamented a little over the fact that I wouldn't get to take her home and impress my mom with her. This was a onetime thing – period. We didn't fit in each other’s lives, not even as friends.
"We have a great swim team at UMN. You should try out." She nibbled at a fry before unbuttoning her jacket and tugging it off. "The guys are-"
"Assholes." I let my eyes moved down to take in the thick globes of her breasts through her sweater as my cock hardened painfully. She had to be a goddess under her clothes, my type of woman to a T.
"What? Some of them are decent."
If she noticed me checking her out, she didn't show it.
"None of them that I've met." I tugged the collar of my shirt to the side to reveal a few of my tats. "They're not too fond of anyone having marked up their skin, and they're quite mouthy about it."
"That's stupid." Her eyes moved down my neck, leaving me to feel a little more bare than I ever had around a woman. Was she interested? Did I turn her on? Scare her? Thrill her a little? I wanted to know what she was thinking.
"Maybe, but it's the world we live in." I finished working on my burger as she talked a little about her business law class that morning. I loved the sound of her voice, the confidence and calmness that she might not realize she was exuding.
Leaning back, I watched her, took her in, and listened intently, though she really didn't say anything terribly captivating. It was the full package that I was being dragged into wanting more of.
"And, what about a job? Do you work?" I picked up a couple of the fries between us and ate them as she licked at her fingers. Her pretty pink tongue caused my stomach to tighten with need.