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“It’s been about six months,” I admit. “I wouldn’t mind doing that with him, I don’t think… but I can’t just go around fucking every guy that hits on me.”

“You’re not fuckingeveryguy,” Kelsey observes. “Jacob’s been trying to put it in you since day one, and you’ve never done anything with him. Granted, he’s gross.”

“I’ve been trying to steer him away and keep him off,” I say. “I feel like I have to walk a fine line. He’s our boss, and I don’t want him to get angry and fire me. I don’t want to lose my job.”

“Uh, fuck that,” says Kelsey. “He’s straightmolestingyou. I’ve known Jacob a little while now and let me just say: it’s only going to get worse. If you don’t dosomethinghe wants, he’ll keep bothering you until you do.”

I appreciate Kelsey’s bluntness and honesty. She’s been helping keep my head level since I moved to Reno, ever since my first day of work.

Suddenly, to my complete astonishment, I see a very familiar face. At the front of the café, wearing jeans and a tight T-shirt under a black leather jacket, is Dustin. He looks around, scanning the place before picking a seat.

“Holy shit, that’s Dustin,” I mumble quietly.

Kelsey follows my eyeline and spots him. “Tall, dark, and handsome? At the front in the black leather jacket?”

“Yeah,” I confirm. “That’s—”

“An unbelievable coincidence,” finishes Kelsey.

“I talk about him, and suddenly heappears?” I ask rhetorically.

“A lot of bikers come here,” she points out. “He’s probably been here before. He’s really cute.”

Then, he sees me. He has facial hair, but even that can’t hide his widening smile. He isn’t just cute, he is incredibly handsome (dashing even, for a biker). His dark hair is neat and looks great; his blue eyes are powerful enough to pierce right into my soul, and he is heading right for me.

“He looks tough,” Kelsey whispers. “He looks dangerous, but not in a bad way.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” I agree. “How do I look? How’s my hair?”

“You look fucking great,” she says. “Don’t even think about it. He already wants you. Get him!”

“Good day, ladies,” says Dustin pleasantly.

“Hello,” we both reply.

“Fancy seeing you here, Megan,” he says.

“You remember my name!” I say with an impressed tone.

“How could I forget your name?” he asks. “You’re unforgettable.”

I blush, unable to come up with a witty retort.

“I never got your last name,” he continues.

“I didn’t get yours,” I reciprocate.

“I’m Dustin Walker,” he says. “Hi, Megan’s friend, my name is Dustin Walker. Nice to meet ya’.”

“I’m Kelsey Green,” my friend replies. “Right back at ya’.”

“And, I’m Megan Paige,” I tell him. “Feel free to stalk me online now.”

“I don’t use social media,” he informs me.

This makes me feel better about not finding him on the Internet. My track record is good, so it did briefly bruise my ego.

“I work with Megan at Ultra-Cycle,” says Kelsey.