Free Bad Boys of Romance - a Biker Anthology by Kasey Millstead, Rebecca Brooke, Vicki Green, Abigail Lee, Shantel Tessier, Nina Levine, Morgan Jane Mitchell, Casey Peeler, Dee Avila Page B

had never been a relationship girl. She liked to have her fun but never settled down for long. Trey was tall and all lean muscle and seemed like he was interested in more than one night with my friend. He seemed nice enough, and a part of me was hoping she would give him a chance to stick around.
    The cab dropped us off, and we were soon seated in a red vinyl booth with burgers and cheese fries in front of each of us.
    “What were you trying to tell me earlier?” Hannah asked between bites.
    “I'll tell you later.” I gave her a look letting her know to drop it. Trey obviously knew Luke, and I didn't want him to tell him I was talking about him. Wait, why did I care. I should ask him about Luke now.
    “So what's the deal with your hot, angry friend?” Hannah turned to Trey, beating me to the questions.
    “Who?” he laughed.
    “The one standing next to our table. He looked pissed.”
    I sat in silence and listened as this conversation took place in front of me.
    “Oh Luke. He's always pretty tense when the bar is busy like that. Who knows what his deal was tonight.”
    “He was staring at Riley,” she said matter-of-fact.
    “No he wasn't.” I nearly choked on my Coke.
    “Um, yeah he was.” She reached for more cheese fries. “It was getting tense in there.”
    “Shut up.” My face was burning red.
    “Just saying.” She laughed and leaned into Trey.
    “I have his number if you want it.” He reached for his phone.
    “I hate you both.” I stood up and placed some cash on the table. “Let's go home.”
    The next few days were back to our normal routine which consisted mainly of schoolwork and only two text messages from Chris, the ex-boyfriend. I didn't reply to either. Hannah and I had the exact same school schedule and were in our final semester of our senior year. We both had internships with local advertising agencies and hoped they would bring us on as actual employees once we had our degrees.
    “I got my first actual assignment at work,” I said as I threw my backpack on the couch.
    “Oh yeah.” Hannah barely moved from her spot on the black, overstuffed recliner.
    “Yeah,” I went on. “I have to get five local businesses to sign up for our quarterly mailer. They don't have to provide a coupon or anything. Just their logo and business information.”
    “Have you gone anywhere yet?” she asked, finally turning her attention to me.
    “I was about to,” I replied. “Want to go with me?”
    “Sure,” she answered and turned off the TV. “It'll be good experience for both of us.”
    We drove down to College Street in Hannah's red Camaro. During the daytime, this street was known for its restaurants and shops so it would be a good place to start. Since it was still early, the bar scene was almost nonexistent. After talking to about fifteen store owners, we got four to sign up. One agreed to a ten percent off coupon, but the others just liked the advertising option.
    “Let's get a drink,” she said as we looked down the street to see what stores we hadn't solicited yet. “ Trey sent me a text message. He and some friends are at that bar we met at on Saturday.”
    “Okay, fine,” I replied. “We actually got a lot more done than I thought we would.”
    “You could ask the bar and see what they say.”
    “Or I could just drink.” I laughed. “Trey, huh? You like him?”
    “I don't know.” Her cheeks turned bright pink. “I don't really do the whole 'like' thing.”
    “Yeah, yeah.” I nudged her as we walked into the bar.
    I noticed the sign above the door this time that read The Green Room. The place was nearly empty since it was three o'clock on a Wednesday afternoon, and we found Trey and the few guys he was with easily. Hannah began shaking hands, and I slipped away up to the bar so I could talk to the owner about the ad before I had a drink.
    Looking around in the daylight hours, I could see the dark walls were lined with black leather booths, and tables were placed all