Biker's Virgin

"Why not?" she urged. "Don said you were single."

"I had a good time tonight, but I have to leave. I'll call you a cab," I offered. She pouted a little.

"You sure I can't change your mind?" she asked. I should have been attracted to her. I could appreciate that she looked good and was probably a nice girl,but then the block went up. I wasn't interested in seeing her again, not at my place, not at hers, not ever, really.

"Not tonight," I said apologetically. It wasn't her fault that I didn't want her, it was mine. I had tunnel vision for Veronica and felt bad that Don had led her to believe something more than just a couple drinks would come of this. I stayed with her till she finished her drink and got her a cab ride home before heading home myself.

Chapter Fourteen

Veronica

Fucking statistics. Just when I thought I wouldn't have to do math because I was studying a soft science. I could have waited to take it another semester, but it made sense that I took the class now since classes were so much smaller and help would be easier to find if I needed it. I was sitting at the dining table I had, which doubled as a work space. It was big enough to seat six, but I had gotten it at a flea market for close to nothing. The wood was beat up, but nothing so bad that sanding and staining it didn't fix.

I was perusing my textbooks, getting a start on my reading for class. I had a GPA to maintain. The little extra free time was going to make or break me this semester. It was much easier to maintain than raise a score, so I wasn't interested in failing. I had nothing else planned this Sunday, anyway. It was late afternoon and I was staying in tonight. That was why the sudden knock at the door was so unexpected.

I answered it, my entire body sagging when Sean walked in. How had he gotten to twenty-two years of age without knowing that it was common courtesy to call people before you came to their homes? I stiffened and turned my head slightly when he tried to kiss me. It didn’t stop him.

"I haven't really heard from you this week," he said. I walked back to the table, sitting in front of my books, hoping he got the picture that he was interrupting.

"I asked if I could come over on Friday. You said you were busy." I didn't bother offering him anything, not even a seat. He had a habit of taking things without permission, anyway, but I didn’t want to encourage him.

"You never told me what happened on that date last week," he said.

"Nothing happened," I said shrugging. "We ate dinner, and I left the restaurant alone."

"Do you like him?" he asked.

"I don't ask about the other people you see, Sean."

"Oh...so you fucked him," he said. I looked down at my book, ignoring that. "Does he know you're seeing other guys?"

"Do the girls you date know about me?"

"It's different when it's a girl," he said. "Girls don't mind a guy with experience, but most guys don't want a girl with mileage."

"Mileage?"

"Let's just say, when you're a girl, you can definitely tell if her body count is in the double digits," he said. I frowned, disgusted. Only he could encourage me to see other people, then basically indirectly call me a ho for doing it.

"Look, Sean, I'm busy. What do you want?"

"You always say that when I come over," he complained.

"Well, you always come over at a bad time. You never call; maybe if you did, we could arrange to meet up when we were both free."

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," he said. "That's going to have to change."

"What? You're gonna start calling?"

"There was a reason I was busy Friday. I started dating someone," he announced.

"Okay. What do you want me to do about that?"

"I don't think it's working between us anymore. Being with this new girl... I don't know whether we can keep seeing each other."

"Yeah. I bet it's really hard to not commit," I sniped.

"I actually like you, Veronica, that's why I came here to talk to you. I'm willing to give it one more shot."