Urso
Screw it. I went ahead and called her.
I've never been the type to do this kind of thing, never invited any woman out, never needed to use sweet words, flowers, those silly things. Whoever wanted to, came. Whoever didn't, missed out. But with Nicole, it's different.
She's not the kind of woman you call for a quick hookup, to put on the back of a bike, take to a shack, and screw on impulse. She's a woman of respect. And worse: she's a woman who destabilizes me.
That's why I didn't ask. I gave her an order.
"Eight PM. Be ready."
I rode by with the bike roaring, left her standing in the garage, full of doubt, and went away smiling inside. Because I saw it. I saw the reaction in her eyes. I saw the confusion in her head. I saw her entire body trying to decide whether to follow re
