Biker's Virgin

I laughed. “What if some eighty-year-old bids on you?”

“Let’s hope she’s outbid by a twenty-year-old.”

“I hope she’s not.”

“Asshole,” he said, laughing. “If you had been around, you could have volunteered, too.”

“Uh yeah,” I said lamely. “Sure.”

“Try and sound a little more enthusiastic, why don’t you,” Jason teased. “Especially considering you don’t have to do it.”

“Hey, I actually happen to admire you for agreeing to take part,” I said. “Who knows, you could be bought by the love of your life tomorrow.”

“Is that sarcasm?” he demanded.

“Hey, stranger things have happened.”

Jason laughed. “Please, you know me,” he said. “I can’t settle. That’s the main reason we bonded in college, remember?”

I bit my lip. “Was that the main reason?”

“Don’t you remember the night we met?” he asked. “We were both trying to avoid crazy ex-girlfriends. I believe mine Claudia and yours was Yvonne.”

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Yvonne.”

“Remember her?”

I snorted. “Of course, I fucking remember her,” I said. “She practically stalked me for three weeks after I ended things with her. I think she thought her persistence would be attractive.”

“How’d you finally get her to stop following you around?” Jason asked.

“She saw me making out with Reese Tanner.”

Jason laughed. “That’s right… I remember Reese.”

“You should,” I said. “You hooked up with her a few weeks later.”

He laughed. “Ah, the good old days.”

“Quite frankly, I’m glad the good old days are behind us. Girlfriends are not something you and I should have in common.”

“Speaking of ex-girlfriends, I ran into someone from your past recently,” Jason said.

I suppressed a groan. “Who was it?”

“Faith.”

“Faith,” I repeated. “How’d you run into her?”

“I was at this club with a few work colleagues, and she stepped up to the bar beside me. She recognized me immediately.”

“How is she?”

“Seems to be doing well,” Jason replied. “She’s practicing law now… And, she asked about you.”

By the tone of Jason’s voice, I knew there was more to the story. “What did she say about me?”

His tone was amused. “She might still be a little sore at you.”