Chapter 8

Paige smiled despite her aggravated mood. They were on their way to Riverdale, and to the Reunion. They decided to leave early so they could explore the town a bit before the Reunion started, so after much grumbling for the early morning wake-up call, all six girls were crammed into Paige's car and headed back to where it all began.

They had been on the road for almost an hour and the topic of conversation, as it had been all morning, was the only thing Paige had heard since the night before—Simon and her wild ride.

She knew telling her friend's was a mistake of major proportions, but for once in her life, she felt like bragging. They all had wonderfully sinful stories to tell and being the spinster she felt like she was, had nothing to tell other than how her last boyfriend liked to dress up and play games during sex.

She still couldn't help but smile every time she thought about Simon or their night together, but having the others go on about it all day was beginning to wear thin on her nerves. What should have been a private moment had turned into a spectacle. If she had to recount the entire thing one more time, she was sure she'd have to kill Kim for not letting the subject drop.

She felt relieved they had taken the news so well and not belittled her for being stupid enough to sleep with a stripper. Sure, women talk about it all the time, but to actually act on it? Now that was a different story altogether.

"So, Paige, are you going back to The Pleasure Dome next week?" Kim asked, grinning.

"No, Kim. We've been over this a thousand times already," Paige said with an exasperating sigh. "It was just a thing, that's it."

"Yeah, but you said it was mind blowing. Remember? Best sex you've ever had kind of mind blowing."

"Kim, I remember what I said. I was there. You do know the whole point in having a one night stand is… that's its one night."

"Yeah, but if the one night was exceptionally good, then seconds are just as tasty."

"Well if she doesn't want him, then I may just hang around and give him a go myself," Heather said, primping as she looked into her small hand-held mirror. "I mean, a guy that hot just begs to be fucked."

"Heather!" Paige yelled, looking in her rear view mirror.

"What? You said you weren't going back."

"I know but—"

"Oh I get it," Amy said, smiling. "Paige doesn't want him, but she doesn't want any of us having him either."

"I never said that," Paige protested.

"So you wouldn't mind if one of us fucked him six ways from Sunday?"

"And what makes you think he'd want you?" Paige asked, defensively.

"Ohhhh, now you've gone and done it, Amy," Courtney chimed in laughing. "Don't be messing with Paige's beef cake."

"Shut up, Courtney," Paige spat out irritated. "And he's not mine."

Paige gritted her teeth, trying to remain calm. How dare they purposely provoke her into a fight? Of course she still wanted Simon. What woman in her right mind wouldn't? But that didn't mean she would ever get to explore the option. And for them to act like they could waltz into that club and have the same ride she did, burnt to her very soul.

Of course, they were probably right. She sighed at the thought. They probably could walk in there, give the man a little taste and get thrown up against the wall and fucked senseless, just like she had been.

"Only because you're too chicken to go after what you want."

"And who says I want him," she lied.

Every girl in the car grinned as they looked at Paige before they all burst out laughing.

"Paige, you are either the dumbest fake-blonde I've ever known or you're the biggest prude the world has ever seen," Kim said, laughing. "You would have to be fucking insane not to want him! Hell I want him and I haven't even had a chance to taste him… yet."

Paige glared at Kim in the rear-view mirror as the word yet reached her ears. She knew they were playing her. It was a game they knew all too well. Her being so defensive over a guy she didn't even know just proved they still knew how to play. But just hearing them go on and on about him was pissing her off in a major way.

So what if she wanted him? They all did. It didn't mean she was going to whore herself out to him for a good hard fuck up against a wall every Friday night.

"Oh, bathroom, bathroom, bathroom!" Courtney yelled as she pointed to the convenient store up ahead. Paige rolled her eyes before she slowed the car down and got into the turn lane.

Pulling up to the store, Paige parked the car and reached for her purse, the other girls talking and giggling amongst themselves. She was trying really hard to stay in a good mood for the reunion. Having to see her old high school boyfriend, Lance, again caused her stress levels to rise to an all-time high.

She was on the verge of hysterics. All the talk of Simon was only causing her more distress as the gang continued to grill her and not let the subject drop.

"I'll be back in a minute guys," Paige told them, palming her small purse and opening her door. She got out of the car with Courtney following close behind. If she didn't get away from them for five minutes, she was going to dump them on the side of the road and leave them there.

She loved them dearly, but lord they got on her nerves.

The remaining girls all sat back, waiting for the duo to return before they looked across the parking lot as the sound of a motorcycle caught their attention.

"Well hello there, daddy," Kim said grinning as she watched the motorcycle come to a stop next to the store. Everyone's eyes were fixated on the driver.

He swung his leg over the seat and stood before Heather said, "God what is it about a man on a motorcycle?"

"It's all that black leather," Amy said, her smile matching that of her friends.

He reached up to grab his helmet, removing it and laying it on the seat of his bike and the car exploded with excited screams.

"Holy fucking shit!" Kim yelled, slapping at the seat in front of her. She looked out the window and pointed to the driver. "Look, look, look!"

Standing right there, fully clothed from head to toe in black was Simon. His short peroxide blonde locks were wild and curling slightly as he placed his helmet on the seat before he walked around the front of his bike and headed in the store. Every head turned, following his movements as they watched him saunter across the sidewalk.

His black leather jacket swung loosely around his body. Again he wore black jeans but instead of bare feet, large black boots made him look every bit the badass he probably was.

He turned his head to the right, scanning the parking lot. Kim grinned before shaking her head. The way he walked screamed sexual grace. The man knew he was hot. If he didn't something was seriously wrong with him.

There wasn't a sound coming from anyone. They all watched him in rapt silence. The minute he stepped into the store, screams broke out in the car, laughter and yelling almost deafening them all as they bounced in their seats excitedly.

"Oh my God!" Kim yelled, laughing hard. "Paige is going to shit a brick when she sees him!"

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