I heard him before I seen him. The roar had everyone's head turning. Oxford James, the new Devils Creek MC's president. At 27 he has got to be the finest man I have ever seen. Dark, shaggy, thick hair he had. The sexiest grin and a height of 6'3, and the tannest skin. This man could do some damage to a girl's underwear. I for sure won't be seeing the inside of his bedroom. At 5'7, small boobs, and extra weight with short hair I had no chance, no guy has ever thought so.
As I'm wiping down the counters at my mothers diner he walks in. He confident, to confident I like it. His swager has me wet, dripping. I wish he'd see me, want me.
"Hi, what can I get you?" I ask Oxford.
"I have a order under Lindie."
"Okay, one moment."
I leave to get the order, while asking myself "who the fuck is Lindie?" Damn its only two togo plates, its a date. But he has a reputation of not dating anyone. "Why am I so curious?" I ask myself.
"Okay that'll be $23.67" I say.
He slides his card.
"Have a nice day" I say.
He just smiles, but that's enough I'm sold. I want this man just as I come to this conclusion I see him walk out he door. There goes my chance.
