Hattie Mae
Zane wanted to treat me to dinner, but I drew the line there and told him some other time. What I really need is a long hot bath and an evening in with a book boyfriend. I feel exhausted between getting drunk last night and riding today. My legs are wobbling like Jell-O. I run my bath water, adding in some relaxing lavender bath salts. That stuff is magic. After getting my hair pulled up from my neck, I sink down in the tub with a glass of wine and the newest motorcycle romance from my favorite author, Dawn Martens. I am too tired to wash my hair right now. It probably has twigs and bugs in it, but I just don’t have the energy to care.
Sinking into the warm water, I already feel much better. I get comfortable and open my book. I have a feeling this is going to be a good one. A hot tattooed biker with a beard, hell yes! I get two chapters in when my reading time and relaxation is interrupted when I hear my front door shut and Kiesha calling out, “Hey, bitch!”
She comes on into the bathroom when she spots me from the hall. She really has no respect for privacy or boundaries. At first, I was put off by her, but now she has grown on me.
“So…tell me how your date went today. And don’t even deny it. I already ran into Zane and he was all smiles. So, spill it. I need the juicy goods.”
Groaning, I hand Kiesha my book, so it doesn’t get ruined. She lays it on her lap. “Fuck, maybe I need to start reading. This bearded tattooed hottie on the cover is sexy!” She mock fans herself. “But tell me, how was he?”
“The book? I haven’t gotten very far but I am loving it.” I grin and sink further down in the water knowing she meant Zane, not my book.
“Come on, Hattie. Wouldn’t you rather tell me rather than I hear it from Sienna?”
“I am sure whatever story she has will be more exciting. Nothing happened. He slept on my couch and we went mudding.”
“Zane took you mudding? That man doesn’t take women anywhere. He is sweet on you, girl. I gotta get to work and I am so borrowing this.” She takes my book with her as she goes.
“Kiesha, bring that back!” I yell at her, but I hear the door shut. “Argh!” I smack my fist down and water splashes in my eye. Damn it. The lavender is burning my eyeball. I try to reach the towels, but I can’t. I stretch my fingers, begging them to reach just a bit further.
“Damn, do you need some help?” I stiffen, that is not Kiesha’s voice.
I squint, trying to keep my eyeball from being on fire.
I see Zane trying not to stare at my tits on display. I am beyond mortified.
“If you can show me something I haven’t seen before I’ll give you fifty dollars,” he teases, stepping into the bathroom with his head turned away from me. Handing me a towel he then steps into the hall and closes the door for me.
“Uh, Kiesha was coming out as I was getting ready to knock, she told me to come on in. I didn’t realize you were, uh, naked,” he calls from the other side of the door.
Who knew Zane could show such manners. After getting the sting out of my eye, I wrap the towel around me once I am out of the tub.
Cracking the door open, I peer out into the short hall to see him sitting on my couch. I make a quick run for my room and throw on some comfortable clothes. My favorite gray yoga pants and a black tank top that just so happens to make me boobs look great.
“So, what are you doing here?” I ask, flopping down on the couch next to him. Now that my evening has been interrupted, I might as well make the best of it.
“You left your phone in my truck. Here,” he says while getting up and digging in his pocket. “It kept chiming, so I figured I’d bring it over.”
“Thanks. Have you had dinner yet?” I am trying to act natural and ignore the fact that Zane has now seen me partially naked again.
“No. You hungry?” He sounds nervous.
Interesting.
“I was thinking of ordering a pizza and watching TV since Kiesha stole my book.”
“You inviting me to join you?” He grins at me.
“Yeah. That’s what friends would do, right? I’ll order while you find us a movie. Help yourself to my collection. I keep my movies in the bottom drawer of the TV stand.”
Swiping my thumb across the screen of my phone, my face pales when I see the missed calls and text messages from Justin. The messages are vague. Just saying he needs to talk to me. We have nothing to talk about. He made his feelings pretty damn clear when I walked up on him and that bitch sucking face.
We have nothing to say.
I’ve moved on with my life and I am in a good place.
I’m happy here.