“I’m sorry, it’s just that yesterday you looked like a Librarian and today you just look fucking hot!” I twisted his arm further and he let out another cry of pain. “Fucking idiot. From Monday I’m working here and if you do as much as look at me in the wrong way, I’ll break your fucking arm. You got me?” All composure was lost and I was now screaming at him.
“Yes, yes I understand. I’m sorry.” I let go of his arm and he immediately started rubbing it. “Pussy!” I spat at him as I left the building.
Diesel
“What the fucking hell is going on out there?” Duke asked us, looking towards the curtain leading to reception. “I’ll go and have a look.” I strolled into the reception area, where I found Jimmy sitting in one of the chairs rubbing his arm, trying to get the circulation back into his hand.
“What happened to you?” I asked him with a smirk. “She went fucking nuts. Started shouting at me about yesterday.” I was sick of talking in riddles. “What happened yesterday?” I was slowly losing my patience with him.
“She came looking for a job but she wasn’t dressed like…well you know, like that.” Jimmy continued to rub his arm and looked sheepishly at the floor. “I laughed at her and she left obviously annoyed.” I shook my head, “She was right, you are a fucking idiot.” I opened the door to go and find Harlow, “And fix those fucking bells!” I shouted, slamming the door behind me.
I found Harlow leaning against a black Honda further down the high street, taking her inhaler. I leant against the car next to her, “That was quiet a performance.” She looked at me with those gorgeous eyes, “Did he tell you what he did yesterday?” She asked folding her arms across her ample chest. She didn’t wait for me to respond, “I’m sick of people judging me for who they think I am, rather than getting to know me first. Have you ever experienced that?” I could see that she was upset as her eyes were getting watery. She turned her head slightly looking in the opposite direction, clearly not wanting me to see.
“Every day of my life babe.” I said waving my hand up and down my cut. “The thing is though, I don’t let it bother me.” I turned to face her. “If you want to work in a place like this, you need to toughen up.” I went to put my arm around her but Harlow flinched and moved further away. “What, you think I’m a push over?” She pushed off the car, putting her hands on her hips looking directly at me.
“You think I can’t handle myself? You know nothing about me and what I’ve had to deal with.” Now she was shouting again. She crossed her arms in an almost defensive stance. I tried to defuse the situation, “Do you wanna talk about it?” She looked sexy as hell when she got annoyed and I debated whether to keep pushing her for my own sick gratification but my comment had obviously surprised her by the look on her face.
“Look I’m sorry. You must think I’m a lunatic?” I raised my eyebrow slightly which made her laugh. “I’m not usually this emotional. He just upset me by judging me for looking like a tart.” As she spoke she looked at the floor swinging her right foot from side to side, I thought this may be a nervous thing. I placed my hand under her chin lifting her head slightly so she looked directly into my eyes. “You don’t look like a tart, you look fucking hot Harlow.” With those words, it was as if everything around us had stopped. She looked at me intently and it was only her and I in this moment, sizing each other up. I could see the pulse in her neck steadily beating and could hear her breathing accelerate. She reached out to touch my face but the moment was broken by the car I was leaning on being unlocked.
A short overweight man came up to the vehicle and Harlow moved slightly to let the man get closer to his car. He huffed and muttered something under his breath which I thought was brave but he soon stopped when he noticed me glaring at him. He drove away quickly leaving us standing on the pavement.
“I thought that was your car. Do you want a lift home?” I asked looking up and down the street to see if there was another vehicle. “No I’m fine, I’ve got my ride.” She turned and walked over to the Heritage Softail Classic Harley and cocked her leg to sit comfortably on the seat. She secured her helmet, which made her look even hotter, if that was at all possible. She could see from my face that I was totally shocked and she was clearly enjoying my reaction.
“Thank you for calming me down and hopefully I will see you again soon ‘Diesel’?” Before I knew it she’d pulled away into the traffic, giving a little wave with her left hand at the guys who had now congregated outside the shop. “You certainly will, Harlow.” I said to myself walking back towards the shop.