Chapter Seven
Ian
Something good, other than raising money, had come out of the fundraiser. And that was my date with Lashes. Admittedly, Eliza was different than most of the girls that I’d dated in the past. She looked sweet. She looked wholesome. Two traits I wasn’t exactly known for going for. But there was something about her that I’d been drawn to. Although when I’d told Chris, he’d just laughed.
“Why you laughing, man?”
“Let me guess, she’s gorgeous?” he asked.
I thought back to her toned body, her long, smooth brown hair, and her bright blue eyes. Oh yeah, she was gorgeous, all right.
“Yeah, what’s that have to do with anything?”
“Well, that’s why you were drawn to her. And I’m guessing her innocence only added to the appeal. You want to be the one that takes away that innocence.”
“You are not painting me out to be a very nice guy here,” I’d said.
“Well, am I right?”
I’d laughed. “You’re right.”
I was surprised that she’d said yes to me, though. I was sure that I wasn’t the type that she normally dated. But who knew? Maybe she was just looking for a bit of fun. And I had no problem with that. I pulled out my phone and checked the address. I knew the area well from all my riding. Sometimes, when I wasn’t with the club and when I couldn’t sleep at night, I’d just ride around with the wind on my face. It always made me feel better. I grabbed my coat, hopped onto my bike, and made my way to her house. I wondered where she usually hung out. She didn’t live all that far from me and yet I’d never seen her.
I found the house easily and made my way to the front door.
When Eliza opened it, I was taken aback. She really was beautiful. Eliza was wearing tight black jeans, with a white tank top, and red sneakers. She had a small black jacket in her hand and was not wearing any jewelry at all. Her hair flowed softly down her back, and the only makeup she wore was red lipstick. There was something about a girl that was confident in her own skin that made me excited. I’d dated a few women in the past that had focused so much on the way that they looked that they all but forgot about trying to be a good girlfriend. Those women didn’t interest me anymore. But Eliza, she already fascinated me.
“Wow, Lashes. You look amazing.”
She laughed. “Thank you. I had a feeling we’d be on your bike, and heels just didn’t seem appropriate.”
“Your feeling was correct. Ever been on one before?”
“Oh please, I’ve been driving one of these things forever,” she said and quickly closed the door behind her. She seemed eager to get out the house, which only made me want to see inside even more. But the door was closed, and she was walking with me toward the bike.
“Seriously? I didn’t know that.”
She chuckled. “Nah, just kidding. Actually, I’ve never been on one in my life.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. She was a very easy person to be around. “Well, today is your lucky day.”
“What? You mean you’re going to let me drive it? Cool, toss me the keys.” I looked at her and gaped, and she laughed again. “Kidding!”
“You’re quite the character. And I admit, you had me worried for a second there. I was thinking, do I let this girl that I’ve never met and who has never ridden a motorcycle ride my bike? And risk dying? Or do I say no and risk insulting her?”
“I’d take the insult over death any day.”
“Here,” I said and handed her a helmet.
“Wow, do you have a whole bunch of these lying around or something?”
“I run a bike shop. So, yeah, pretty much. I hope you don’t mind putting this on. A lot of girls I’ve been with hate the fact that it might mess up their hair.”
She raised her eyebrows at me. “Seriously? Again, I’ll take messy hair over death, thank you very much.”
I got onto the bike, and she climbed on behind me. I felt her arms wrap tightly around me as we drove to the restaurant. I almost wished that I’d chosen somewhere further. It was quite nice having her hands on my chest.
“Oh cool, a pizza place! Looks awesome,” she said as she looked up at the restaurant in front of her.
I looked at her strangely. Was she kidding? “You haven’t been here?”
She shook her head. “No, why? Is it popular?”
“It’s only the best pizza place ever. I can’t believe you haven’t been here.”
We got inside and found our table. She ordered a glass of red wine, and I ordered a beer. She was gazing around the restaurant and admiring the décor, which was as Italian as it came.
“You’ve seriously never been here?”
She laughed. “No. Actually, I’m not from around here.”
“Oh yeah? Where are you from?”
“California. So all this is quite new to me.”
“California, huh? No wonder he hadn’t seen her around. “How long have you been in Chandler, then?”
“Uh, just under a week actually.”
“What? Are you serious? Did you come for work?” I asked, remembering her at the fundraiser.
“Yeah. That was my first assignment. And Mae is my work colleague.”
“So, the two of you didn’t know each other a week ago?”
“We didn’t.”
“Wow, I wouldn’t have thought that. You guys look like old friends.”
She laughed. “I know. It feels like we’ve known each other forever.”
“So, are you enjoying Arizona?”
She smiled. “Yeah. I am. I mean, I’ve pretty much done only work-related things so far. But the work is great, so I can’t complain.”
“And now you’re at the best restaurant in town,” I said and smiled.
“I sure am,” she said. “Thanks for bringing me here. Any recommendations?”
“How fussy are you when it comes to food?” I asked.
“Not fussy at all.”
“How about you let me order for you? Trust me; I’ve come here so many times. I know which pizzas are the best.”
“Please! There’s nothing I hate more than trying to decide what to eat. Then I get order envy and spend the evening eyeing everyone else’s meals until they feel sorry enough for me to give me a bit of theirs.”
I laughed. “That’s a pretty good plan, though. You have the right kind of face for it, too.”
“What do you mean?” she asked as her hands flew to her face. “What sort of face do I have?”
“Oh, I have a feeling you could do the puppy-dog look quite well. You’ve got that whole cute thing going for you.” It was fun to flirt with her. And I wasn’t lying. She was incredibly cute.
“Cute? Well, thank you, I guess.”
“It’s a compliment. Trust me.”
“If my face is going pink it’s only because it’s warm in here,” she said and grinned at me.
“Oh, of course,” I said and grinned back at her.
“So, tell me about this bike shop of yours,” she asked.
I’d dated many girls in the past. Eliza was not the first person to have asked about my job. But she was certainly the first one that actually showed an interest in it while I was speaking. She seemed fascinated by the whole thing and asked me tons of questions. It was nice to finally speak to someone that didn’t seem bored by the idea of motorcycle.
“There’s just something about a family business, isn’t there? It’s special. I’m glad that you’re keeping it going, even if your brothers aren’t.”
“Me too. How about you? Is your mom in the party-planning business?”
She laughed. “She’s more in the party throwing business.”
“Oh yeah? Well, business for you, then. Sounds like a fun job, though. Is it? Or is it one of those things that just sound fun?”
“Oh, it’s fun. Depends on what client you get, of course. But for the most part, I enjoy it. Oh, here comes our pizza.”
I watched as Eliza sized up the pizza, picked up a slice, and took a bite. She closed her eyes as she chewed, and I wondered what she would be like in bed. If she enjoyed sex even half as much as she enjoyed pizza, I had a feeling it was going to be amazing. My last girlfriend had sworn off carbs, and her lack of desire for food somehow translated to the bedroom, too. I liked watching Eliza eat. When she opened her eyes, they were bright with satisfaction.
“Okay, that was amazing. Do me a favor and order my food for me every time we go out.”
“Oh yeah? Does that mean there’s going to be another date?” I asked.
She grinned. “I’m new to this city. So there is a big chance that I might need a tour guide. I’ve heard motorcycles are the best way to see it all.”
Oh yeah, I thought. I definitely want to see this girl again.
“You heard right.”
After dinner, Eliza climbed back onto the bike and wrapped her arms around me. She lay her head on my back, and I thought about how good she felt being so close to me. And judging by the way she was holding onto me, I had a feeling she felt the same way.
“Well,” she said when we got to her house. “This is it. Thanks for a great night. I had such a lovely time.”
“Yeah, so did I,” I said. She was so different from the sort of woman I usually picked up at the bar. A girl I probably would never had thought I’d have anything in common with. But despite her fun personality, and her sweet nature, she was interesting. Intriguing.
“And thanks for showing me the best pizza in town. You’ve literally ruined me now. It’s the only place I ever want to get pizza from.”
“I told you it was good.”
I smiled at her and wondered when she was going to ask me inside. We’d been flirting all evening, and I was sure that an invite was inevitable. After all, we hadn’t had our dessert yet. I thought about saying something, but Eliza leaned forward and kissed my cheek.
“Thanks for a great night, Gunner,” she said and turned to go inside.
“Can I come in?” I asked. When it came to girls, my usually shy demeanor seemed to go. And I didn’t mind being candid if it meant getting what I wanted.
“Uh. Maybe next time,” she said and quickly hurried inside. She seemed determined to get inside the house as quick as possible. And it reminded me how quickly she’d closed the door behind her when I’d first come to pick her up. Eliza was a very open person, but she seemed to be hiding something. I wondered what it could be. It only strengthened my resolve to want to see her again.
I could feel my body stirring as I watched her walk away through her door window. She had a tight ass that was impossible to ignore in those jeans. And I’d always been an ass sort of guy. I had been so sure that she was going to invite me inside.
I’ll see you again, Lashes, I thought, and then climbed onto my bike and drove away. There was absolutely no way that I wasn’t going to see her again.