“Are you sure? Pink isn't my color!”
“You look great in pink; you just aren't used to wearing it. It's pretty obvious that pink isn’t a color that you like but that doesn’t mean that it isn’t your color. The dress is really cute, it makes your rack look great, and the loose skirt sways when you walk. Pair it with the nude heels and this man will be drooling over you.” Bayleigh is always the girl giving fashion advice, which isn't surprising considering she is studying fashion and she is a senior.
“Alright.” I switch the dresses while she grabs the shoes out of the closet, before she makes it back, I check the knife in the side of my bra. I never know if the dresses I wear are going to cover it or not.
“So, if he doesn't go here, how did you meet him?”
“We know each other from my hometown. I just wouldn't say yes to a date until now.” That isn't technically a lie.
“What made you change your mind now?”
“Honestly, I just figured it is time that I quit running from things that make me happy.”
Bayleigh takes a moment to think about that. I know that I can't be the only person in my twenties that is dumb enough to try and avoid something like love. Everyone has their reasons, and we all feel like they are damn good ones, until we stop running and realize that what we thought were good reasons are fucking stupid ones.
Sure, I was trying to get away from a life that I thought I didn't want, and if I had moved a little farther away, I might have been successful. If I wasn't at a school that had ties to the ASG I might have been able to learn to love life away from the club, hell I might have been able to move on from the guys. But at the end of the day, it isn't about the fact that I stayed close, or that the guys followed me, the problem is that some part of me didn't want to get away. It's why I picked a school that was within driving distance. That part of me wanted to be close enough that I could pack up and go home whenever I wanted.
That same part of me might have even hoped that the guys would come after me.
“Is he picking you up?” Bayleigh’s voice breaks me out of my spiraling thoughts.
“You know, we didn't talk about that. I don't have a clue where he is taking me, but I didn't ask if he was coming to get me.” Surely, he isn't planning on bringing his bike to get me, even if we are doing this and my father knows I still don't want the whole sorority to know that I am dating a biker. It's not a long leap for someone to go from there to know that I have more permanent ties to the club.
“You might want to find that out!” She leaves while she is still laughing, and I dive for my phone on the bed and immediately dial Pyro.
“Hello dear,” The soft silk of his voice is like music to my ears, and I have to shake myself out of it before I need to change my panties.
“Hey, are you going to tell me where I need to meet you or…” my voice trails off because I don't want to give him the idea of coming to get me on the bike. I love being a backpack, and I miss the rumble of a motorcycle between my legs more than I miss having a bedroom to myself, but he is not bringing his bike here.
“Don't sound so horrified, we have a car here. But no, I am not going to tell you where we are going. I have a car coming to get you. It should be there any moment but if you aren't ready the driver will wait for you.”
“You sent a car?!”
Bayleigh must have been close enough to hear my exclamation because she is immediately in my doorway.
She whispers, “A CAR?!” and then she covers her mouth and does a little dance with her feet. As soon as I hang up the phone she runs into the room and grabs my hands.
“He sent you a CAR!” she screeches. “That's some next-level stuff, Finley!”
“I am a little surprised, I don't have a whole lot of history going out on dates, but I have never had a guy send me a car before.” There was never a reason for someone to send one for me. I typically drive myself, but I haven't been on very many official dates before. When I was in high school the boys were too scared to ask me out and then when I went to the community college there were only a few that had the balls, and it was never dinner or a movie, more like come over to my apartment, or let's go to this party.
“I have been on my fair share of dates, girl, and I have never had a man send a car for me, have me drive or pick me up but I don't think I have ever dated someone that would spend the money on sending a car!” Money isn't an issue for most of the brothers in the club, especially not the officers. Pyro stays busy with runs and jobs anyways so I'm sure he has enough money to last him a lifetime.
“He said that he doesn't want to tell me where we are going, but he did ask me to wear a dress, so maybe it's somewhere kind of nice?”He made the joke about me wearing a dress but I get the feeling that he just wants to see me in one up close because I had never worn one at the club before.
“Men are simple creatures, he probably would have asked you to wear a dress if you were going to get fast food. You have killer legs, Finley, I'm sure he knows it.” Thinking about Pyro and the things I know about him, I laugh to myself because she is probably right. We could be going to dig up a grave and he would ask me to wear a dress, if for no other reason than being able to touch my butt.
“You're probably right. He said that the car would be here soon and if I stand here any longer, I am going to change my mind about this dress.”
“I won't let you, but I know what you mean. You look nervous.”
Do I? I have known Pyro for so long that I can't imagine being nervous about this, but regardless of our past this will be our first date and it could mean a lot of things for us. If I look nervous it's because this is the beginning of this being real. After tonight I am going to have to figure outhow to juggle dating three men. They might have talked about it but I doubt they truly considered how this would work in the long run. Not only dating but working out time alone with all of them. I will have to keep three men satisfied.
Why in the hell didn't I think about that part? I imagine that keeping one man happy is hard enough let alone three.
Shit.
“I am a little. Let's go.” I grab my phone and wallet and head downstairs.