Page 43 of Property of Yak

Work flies by for once, and I don’t really want it to. I would rather be stuck there doing the most boring, mundane tasks than doing what I am doing now.

What does one even wear as an old lady?

I look over my closet. I feel like it is all too innocent for the club life. I am going to stick out like a sore thumb.

“What am I going to do, Tabby?” I ask my cat.

She doesn’t even open her eyes. She’s content sleeping on the bed.

Which means I need to call Liz.

I hesitate to tell Liz anything, but I need her help. She’s the only one I can trust.

Picking up my phone, I dial her number.

“Hey, girl. What’s up?”

I can hear music in the background along with a few male voices.

“I need your help. I have a…” I hesitate. “Date?”

She laughs. “Is that a question or a statement?”

It’s a good question. One I am not sure I know the answer to, but still.

“It’s a date. With that guy I told you about. The one we visited at the clubhouse.”

I remain vague, not willing to say his name. She asked me what happened that night after she was ushered out by the president of the MC. He told her not to come back, which pissed her off, especially since she was worried I was still in there. It wasn’t until I texted her telling her I wasn’t there anymore that she finally left.

“Is that a good idea? I met their president, and I wasn’t impressed,” she whispers into the phone.

“He’s different.”

I cringe at my own words. I don’t know if he’s different or not. I don’t really know him, nor do I know the people at his club. For all I know, he could be as bad as them. Still, I don’t really have an option. I believe him if he says I am in danger. I remember the look in that other man’s eyes when he grabbed me. He wasn’t a nice person. He looked evil in that moment.

She snorts. “That’s what they all say. Listen, I want you to be careful. I know I encourage you to get out of your shell and experience new things, but I’ve heard things about…” She pauses. “Hey, Steve. I’m going to go outside and take this.”

I can hear him asking her who it is.

“It’s Julie. She’s having boy problems, and you guys are loud. I’ll be right out front. Okay?”

I hear them kissing. After a moment, the background noise fades and a door closes.

“We are alone now. Listen, the Kings of Anarchy aren’t tame. They are known for being wild, rowdy, and very rough with their women. They enjoy the biker lifestyle a little bit too much, if you catch my drift. I’m worried about what will happen if you pursue this.” Her voice is laced with concern.

“I can handle it.”

I want to tell her he has already saved me twice and hasn’t even tried to make the moves on me even though I have fantasized about him.

“I feel like I pushed you into this. Babe, I need you to be careful. Promise me. If you run into trouble, you call. Steve might be a jackass, but…well his club can go toe to toe with the Kings of Anarchy,” she whispers.

“That says more about your choice of men than mine. Who are you even dating?” I joke.

“I’m known for being crazy, though. What’s your excuse?”

“Maybe you are finally rubbing off on me. Which brings me back to my dilemma.” I circle back to the reason for my call.

“Where is he taking you?” she asks.