him to take me home, because I have a late morning shift at the coffee shop. Ben excuses himself to take a quick shower. Oh, how I'd love to jump him in there one day. I take a closer look at the wall I noticed last night. The one covered on guitars and basses. As I look closer, they are all autographed! And by some of my favorite bands: Good Charlotte, Maroon 5, Shinedown, Three Days Grace and a whole lot freaking more! He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist.
"These are amazing!" I burst out.
"I'm glad they impress you."
"You impress me, Ben." I lean my head and look up at him. Yeah, he's smiling too.
"Well, if you aren't busy tomorrow night, I am covering the Maroon 5 show and, well, I can easily get an extra pass..."
Before he can even finish, I screech, "YES!" and I literally jump up and down with excitement. I don't care how lame I look right now!
He is full-on laughing right now, and his hefty laugh is intoxicating with his accent. Oh my...
"Well, I see that you are excited, but there's one more little thing."
"What?" I drag out the word.
"You bring your Canon."
I scream. I let out the most ear-piercing fan girl scream. "Seriously?" I look at him, wide-eyed.
"Seriously, I know you want to use a good camera at a show for once. And being with me you can get up close and personal." He explains.
Oh. I am. In. love.
"Hey, since you threw me on your bike last night, I need to be taken back to Chatz to pick up my car."
He runs his left hand through his glorious midnight hair, gives me a sly smile. "Yeah, I would say sorry about that, but I'm really not."
I just shake my head and start out of his place. When we get back to the bars parking lot it's empty. Not something I am used to seeing at Chatz, but then again it is early morning. Ben jumps off his bike and helps me off of the mean machine, my legs still shaking from the violent vibrations, that and squeezing Ben between my thighs.
We walk over to my little red baby. I stop and lean my back against the door. Ben reaches forward and tucks my hair behind my ears and sighs. "I don't want to leave you."
"I don't want you to leave me either." I reply, maybe with a little hidden meaning in the backdrop. He leans in and plants a soft lush kiss on my mouth and begins to grow in intensity, opening my mouth to let him in he growls.
"If you keep this up, we will be doing it in your car."
I put my hands on his chest and he takes a small step back. "I'll talk to you later. Get home safe."
I sigh and open my car door. I roll down my window and watch his fine ass climb back onto his Ducati. Just the way his jeans tighten around his ass in the right way, makes me want to jump back on behind him. He throws his helmet on, winks at me, flicks the visor down and speeds off.
When I get home, I have about two hours before I am due at work. Oh I don't think so! So I decide to call in a favor owed to me by Dave. I have covered his shifts for the past two years now, and I have not once asked him to cover for me. It's time, Davey boy.
I pull out my cell when I get home.
"What do you mean, you're calling me in?" He sounds stunned.
"You know all those times you called me up at the wee hours of the morning begging me to cover your shift?" I rub it in deep.
He yawns. "You can't be serious."
"Oh, I am serious, boy! Get your butt up, because you're working this morning." I sound like a drill sergeant.
He groans unhappily. "This better be for a good reason. You never ask me to cover you. So what's up? Spill it, girl."
"I was out a little late last night and there is no way I am going to work a full shift today… Not while I have a hot date tonight…" I can't help but tell someone.
He gasps. "No! You have a date date? With whom, may I ask?"
"Oh, you don't know him, so don't worry about it. It's new so I don't want to share any details with anyone right now." I try to sound sincere, but it's hard when I want to yell from the rooftops, "I'M SEEING BEN
"These are amazing!" I burst out.
"I'm glad they impress you."
"You impress me, Ben." I lean my head and look up at him. Yeah, he's smiling too.
"Well, if you aren't busy tomorrow night, I am covering the Maroon 5 show and, well, I can easily get an extra pass..."
Before he can even finish, I screech, "YES!" and I literally jump up and down with excitement. I don't care how lame I look right now!
He is full-on laughing right now, and his hefty laugh is intoxicating with his accent. Oh my...
"Well, I see that you are excited, but there's one more little thing."
"What?" I drag out the word.
"You bring your Canon."
I scream. I let out the most ear-piercing fan girl scream. "Seriously?" I look at him, wide-eyed.
"Seriously, I know you want to use a good camera at a show for once. And being with me you can get up close and personal." He explains.
Oh. I am. In. love.
"Hey, since you threw me on your bike last night, I need to be taken back to Chatz to pick up my car."
He runs his left hand through his glorious midnight hair, gives me a sly smile. "Yeah, I would say sorry about that, but I'm really not."
I just shake my head and start out of his place. When we get back to the bars parking lot it's empty. Not something I am used to seeing at Chatz, but then again it is early morning. Ben jumps off his bike and helps me off of the mean machine, my legs still shaking from the violent vibrations, that and squeezing Ben between my thighs.
We walk over to my little red baby. I stop and lean my back against the door. Ben reaches forward and tucks my hair behind my ears and sighs. "I don't want to leave you."
"I don't want you to leave me either." I reply, maybe with a little hidden meaning in the backdrop. He leans in and plants a soft lush kiss on my mouth and begins to grow in intensity, opening my mouth to let him in he growls.
"If you keep this up, we will be doing it in your car."
I put my hands on his chest and he takes a small step back. "I'll talk to you later. Get home safe."
I sigh and open my car door. I roll down my window and watch his fine ass climb back onto his Ducati. Just the way his jeans tighten around his ass in the right way, makes me want to jump back on behind him. He throws his helmet on, winks at me, flicks the visor down and speeds off.
When I get home, I have about two hours before I am due at work. Oh I don't think so! So I decide to call in a favor owed to me by Dave. I have covered his shifts for the past two years now, and I have not once asked him to cover for me. It's time, Davey boy.
I pull out my cell when I get home.
"What do you mean, you're calling me in?" He sounds stunned.
"You know all those times you called me up at the wee hours of the morning begging me to cover your shift?" I rub it in deep.
He yawns. "You can't be serious."
"Oh, I am serious, boy! Get your butt up, because you're working this morning." I sound like a drill sergeant.
He groans unhappily. "This better be for a good reason. You never ask me to cover you. So what's up? Spill it, girl."
"I was out a little late last night and there is no way I am going to work a full shift today… Not while I have a hot date tonight…" I can't help but tell someone.
He gasps. "No! You have a date date? With whom, may I ask?"
"Oh, you don't know him, so don't worry about it. It's new so I don't want to share any details with anyone right now." I try to sound sincere, but it's hard when I want to yell from the rooftops, "I'M SEEING BEN
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