Page 22 of Cole (Dirty Misfits MC 4)
“But if I have to cancel movie night…?”
She pointed at me through the phone screen. “Then, I get every single sordid detail. Even the ones I know you’ll be too afraid to offer up.”
I nodded. “Deal.”
She sighed. “I’ve never wanted you to get laid so badly in all my life.”
“Bridget!”
“Well, it’s true!”
I laughed so hard my stomach started to hurt. “Girl, you’re gonna make my mascara run before he gets here. Cut that shit out.”
“Okay, okay, okay. I’ll get out of your hair. But remember to check in with me.”
“I will, I swear.”
“And remember to enjoy yourself, Molly. This is what being an independent woman is all about. Working the hours you want, spending money the way you want, and fucking whoever you have a fancy for.”
“Don’t forget eating ass naked on the couch while watching Tom Hiddleston movies.”
She blinked. “No, that’s just you.”
I snickered. “You’d be doing it if it were a Chris Hemsworth marathon.”
She licked her lips. “Mmmmm, now you’re talking.”
I snorted. “Okay, I’m going to go wait for him. He should be here any minute. Love you!”
“Love you, too! Have the best time.”
I nodded. “I will. I promise.”
“Good. Talk soon.”
“Talk soon, lovely.”
I drew in a deep breath as I searched around for that black clutch. It would work with this outfit since my heels were black, so I shifted around what I could. I packed my mascara, lip gloss, phone, and my identification. I also ended up packing my debit card just in case something happened.
Then, my phone vibrated with a text message.
Bridget: Don’t think I didn’t see how tired you were when we were dressing you. Are you still having regular nightmares?
The terrible thing about best friends was that you could never pull the wool over their eyes. So, I knew there wasn’t much sense in lying.
Me: They aren’t as bad as they used to be, but yes. They’re still coming around.
Bridget: We’ll talk about that tomorrow. Talking always helps, you know that.
“Yeah, maybe for you,” I murmured.
Me: Yes, we can talk tomorrow after I give you all the sexy details of my date.
Bridget: Not even sex can distract me from the well-being of my best friend, Molly.
Me: I love you, too. I promise I’ll talk about it soon. I’m not intentionally hiding it. Just kind of been a whirlwind the past day or so.
Bridget: All right, love you.
Me: Love you, too.
I sighed as I slid my phone back into my purse, then I rushed out of my bedroom. I walked over to the window that faced the parking lot of my apartment building and peeked down to see if Cole was already here. I didn’t see him, though, so I decided to go out onto my small-ass balcony and perch.
Allowing the cool summer breeze to tickle the nape of my neck as I waited for my chariot to arrive.
I knew there wouldn’t be any sordid details from my date with Cole, but I didn’t need to tell Bridget that. She was right, though, this was a major step for me. The last—and only other time—I’d ever been on a date, I made the guy jump through hoops for almost eight months before I let him take me out to dinner.
And when he realized he wasn’t getting laid that night, I got cussed out on my porch.
“Please be better than that,” I whispered to myself.
Maybe since Cole and I had only met yesterday, he wouldn't be expecting anything from me. At least, that was my hope. My hope was that he’d pick me up, we’d enjoy our coffee, then we’d go on that nice bike ride and get to know one another before he dropped me off at home. Would I entertain the idea of a goodbye kiss? Possibly. It all depended on how well he treated me and how comfortable he made me feel around him.
But if I felt safe with him, why not a little kiss goodnight?
I smiled to myself. “Progress.”
The sun shined bright and it warmed my exposed legs as they glistened with the shimmering lotion I had rubbed on them after taking my shower this morning. I bounced my foot slowly up and down, watching my heel wiggle around while I waited. I held my clutch a bit too tightly and chewed on my lip so badly I had to apply two more coats of lip gloss just to hide the damage my teeth had done.
But when I heard that revving engine off in the distance, I decided to meet him downstairs. It made me feel more comfortable, knowing he wouldn’t quite make it to my door. Not just yet, anyway. Plus, if he remembered to bring coffee, there was a small bench down by the flower garden of the complex where we could sit and enjoy our warmed caffeine.
So, I stood to my feet, made my way out of my apartment, and headed downstairs to meet Cole.
