BIKER NANNY

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💄VERITY💄

"I'll help, but you don't have to pay me," he shot me a shy grin that showed off his dimples.

"Are you sure I can't pay you? I don't know anyone who'd just help out a stranger for nothing."

"Well, my cousin Amie recently escaped an abusive situation with her ex. None of us caught on, until we got a call... So  I'd be happy to help for nothing," he formed a circle with his thumb and index.

"Oh wow, so... sexual payment then?"

"NO! I'd neve-. Why would yo-. No. You won't owe me anything, Ver," his face went from upalled to angst, to settling on sadness.

I've never seen a guy disgusted by the idea of a sexual encounter with me. He's either gay or a decent guy.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. I just thoug-. I- every guy looks at me like they wanna tear my clothes off. I'm so sorry for not picking up on your sexuality, Ben," I covered my scarlet face with both hands.

"My sexuality? What would that have t-. OH! OHHH. Do you think I'm gay?"

"Yeasss?" I pronounced widely as I attempted to smile while looking at anything, but him.

He exploded in laughter as I awkwardly gaped at him, at a loss at this turn. He turned his head and I noticed a middle aged male leading my bike. Which promptly strangled Ben's laughter, step closer to me and placed his arms around my waist.

"BABE. Is this the surprise you've been keeping from me?" He dramatically cried when the dealer was in ear shot.

"I'm not gay,"  he quickly whispered in my ear and I felt my cheeks warm.

"Ohh," I weakly replied as I was still embarrassed by my assumption.

"BEST. GIRLFRIEND. EVER. Am I right, sir?" He shot at the dealer as he gently squeezed me and lifted me to my toes.

I wrapped my arms around Ben as I grinned, hoping we're convincing enough.

"You bought this for him? Damn you're lucky, my guy," the dealer glanced from Ben to me as if I'd flashed my boobs.

"I really am, but it's only surprising she bought me one, as we both own bikes."

"No shit? I've been wanting to get into the lifestyle, but my girlfriend's a hypochondriac about my health. Isn't that like women though, ehh? They'd short circuit if they weren't worrying or nagging us, am I right?" The dealer held out his fist towards Ben, while he just eyed him with contempt.

"Maybe your girl just needs to switch meds?" I countered through a sickly sweet grin.

"Meds? My girl isn't on meds."

"Really? So she's not really a hypochondriac, she just gives a damn about you? But since she's the first to give two fucks, she's a nagging bitch who won't let you have fun? Grow up before she wises up and dumps your ass," I grumbled as I yanked the bike from the gapping dealer's hold.