Having the Biker's Baby.
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"Oh God, please not again."
Gemma had only worked at the diner for a short time but she was already an old hand when it came to dealing with some of the customers that regularly visited. She had already had her life ruined by one sexy man causing her to leave home and hit the road and to allow another to turn her head would be worse than the sin she had already committed when she allowed Brad Taylor to take her virginity in the back of her daddy's church, to allow another bad boy into her life would be utter ruination for her.
The biker who entered the diner turned the head of all the females in the place but Gemma refused to let him see how much he turned hers. He was rakishly handsome in a bad boy way and his eyes twinkled with an unconcealed intelligence that gave off an aura of sexual confidence.
His hair was a golden length and it flowed down his back longer than the everyday look for most men but then the everyday look would not have suited a man like him, he was a rebel and an all-round bad boy Gemma decided.
All though he had not said anything out of place since entering the diner, she could see that he was trouble from his handsome and long lean body and she desperately wished that he had chosen to stop at some other diner to eat.
One of the other waitresses Anne-Marie showed the biker to a booth by the window and offered him the menu but he barely looked at it before he asked for coffee and a stack of pancakes.
Gemma moved down the counter towards one of the old fellas who came in every day at the same time for the morning cups of coffee, the biker's eyes following her with open interest. She poured a fresh cup of coffee for Abernathy, a permanent fixture it seemed in every morning at ten on the dot never a second before or later than ten.
"You're a good girl Gemma."
"If I was a good girl Abernathy, I would still be living at home with my parents." Gemma laughed.
As she lifted her eyes, she saw the biker watching her and her lips twisted to a bitter line.
"I met a man just like you before."
She meant to mutter it quietly under her breathe but it came out much louder and the biker heard her, an expression of hurt confusion swept across his wind burnt face.
"What the hell you mean by that darling?"
Flustered with him and at herself for her outburst, Gemma's cheeks began to burn and fearing the look in his eyes, she exclaimed.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."
He continued to study her with his perfect shaped hazel-green eyes.
Turning away from him, Gemma picked up the coffee pot and moved back towards the grill area of the dinner to refill the coffee pot.
"It has nothing to do with you." She told him.
Keeping her back to him as she filled the pot with fresh coffee before turning back to meet his eyes that were still watching her.
"I mean, not your personality but he was just like you, virile and handsome. That's all."
John had never had any problem attracting attention from the ladies but he had never become conceited over it. He didn't really find himself attractive whenever he looked in a mirror he just saw a regular guy but hear this beautiful young woman call him virile and handsome jolted something inside him.
"What was this guy to you?"
Gemma looked at him then, her eyes hiding nothing from him, certainly not the pain as she thought of the man she had once loved but now realized looking at the biker who stood before her that this was a man who might be worthy of her.
"Someone who I thought loved me but did not."
"I take it that things did not work out."
"No."
John wished that she would tell him more but he was passing through and did not need the emotional burden it would put on his shoulders, he told himself he did not know this girl and she probably had a fellow waiting for her somewhere. He thought himself a hardened biker who did not give a damn about some unknown waitress in an almost empty diner but he liked to think of himself as a gentlemen even if he was not one.
Going back to his coffee and quickly cooling stack of pancakes, he continued to think of the young woman who was serving coffee and sharing pleasantries with the other customers in the diner. Old men old enough to be her father who were openly staring at the young woman but he could understand their feelings, he had never seen a more beautiful woman and he had seen many beautiful women but none held a candle to this waitress.
Gemma watched as the biker finished his coffee and took a last bite of the food that had been on his plate, throwing some money down on the table and he headed for the door, nodding at her once as he passed on by.