Romance: Motorcycle Club Romance: Outlaw Biker's Baby (Contemporary Alpha Male MC Biker Romance) (Bad Boy MC Biker Pregnancy Romance) (42 page)

''What was all that about,'' Lizzie slurred. 

''I just saved
you from
something you would have regretted,'' Sam replied.

''Er....what?''

''Lizzie, let's go. Come on.'' Sam said putting his arm around her to support her.

*****

''Oh my God, where am I?'' Lizzie asked as she looked around the bedroom.

''My place,' Sam replied.

''Did we, you know, have sex?''

Sam laughed. No,  but you almost did. ''You were so drunk I brought you back here. Don't
worry; I
slept on the couch.''

''I've got a terrible headache,'' she complained.

''Coffee, bacon, eggs and bread will sort that out.''

''Just the coffee thanks.''

''Okay. The bathroom's next door and you can look in my wardrobe for a fresh shirt to get you home in. You dribbled down yours.''

''Oh Jesus. Did you undress me?'' Lizzie pulled the sheets up and was relieved to see she was still wearing her panties.

''I only took off your top layer. You were a real mess, Lizzie. Sorry, but I had to.''

''Okay. Well, thanks for helping me. I have no idea what I was doing drinking so
much; I
don't usually.''

Sam rubbed his wet hair a couple of times with the towel he was wearing. ''You were set up. Roger was trying to get you drunk.''

''What? Why?''

''Do you want the honest answer?''

''Yes, I do,'' she said.

''He bet William that he could get you into bed.''

Lizzie's mouth dropped open. ''Really? Of all the
low
life things to have done.''

''I knew about it and stopped it.''

Lizzie slumped back against the headboard. ''Thanks, coach. What a lousy trick.''

''Come down when you are ready,'' he said. ''I'll put the kettle on.''

Lizzie was pleasantly surprised how
nice
Sam's apartment was. He was a single guy and very much into sport, and she'd assumed he wasn't that domesticated. But his kitchen was spotless and full of the latest gadgets.

'' Nice place coach,'' she said, sitting down at the breakfast bar.

Sam smiled at her. ''Call me Sam. Coach is
for
the sports field.'' She looked fresh and very attractive. Her hair was still
wet,
and she smelled wonderful.''How's the head?''

''The shower helped. Thanks for looking out for me. I'm my
own
worst enemy sometimes. I don't know why I hang around with Cora and the others. I guess I'm short of self-confidence and let them trample all over me.'' She took a sip of coffee and made a satisfied noise as it worked it's way down her throat.

''You're way too good for them. You are more intelligent and way more beautiful than any of the cheerleaders. You're not the cheerleader type.''

''And what is the cheerleader type?''

''Well, they are
normally
outgoing women who like being the center of attention. A lot of them sleep around and drink too much. You're not like that at all.'' Sam reached into a cupboard and took out a packet of cornflakes. Lizzie shook her head when he offered her some.

''How do you see me?'' she asked

''Wow that's a hard question. Let me see. You're
very beautiful
and
highly intelligent
.''

''Good start,'' Lizzie joked.

''You are
sensitive,
and you have a lot of inhibitions and for some reason, you don't choose to be friends with people of your
own
intelligence. You hang around with people who don't understand you.'' He turned on the gas and put the frying pan on the flame. ''For example, they bully you because you don't screw around. What kind of so-called friends are those?''

Lizzie looked at him. ''How old are you Sam? If you don't mind me asking.''

''Thirty-nine.''

''And why aren't you married. You are far too handsome to be alone.''

''You're trying to divert attention away from what I was telling you,'' Sam said waving a spatula around.

''Okay. So I'm, insecure and don't choose my friends well. I heard you.''

''I don't like people bullying you. In fact, I hate it. You are worth a hundred times what that slut Cora is worth.''

''Wow. That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. Thank you, Sam. That's made me feel so good.''

''You should tell yourself that a few
times
before you decided to hang around with her and those other pricks.''

''I've changed my mind, the bacon smells so good, do you mind if I have some?''

''Sure. There's plenty.'' Sam put three extra
rashers
in the frying pan and pushed them around with the spatula.

Lizzie looked at him. He was about six feet tall and had the faintest signs of gray in his dark hair. He
obviously
still worked out because his upper body looked
strong
and there was no evidence of any of the fat that can creep up on people in middle age.

''What about you Sam? Aren't you lonely without a partner?''

''Sometimes. I've had a few girlfriends, but after my divorce, I'm a bit frightened to commit again. It's so easy to get it wrong.''

''I guess. I'm only twenty-one, so I haven't had the chance to get divorced yet.''

''It's an exercise you can do without, I can tell you.''

''Did it hurt you?''

''We're getting into very personal stuff now,' he said taking a drink of orange juice.

''Sorry.''

''No it's okay. Yes, it was painful. We just came to the conclusion that we weren't suited. We didn't fall
out; we
just made a sensible decision.''

''What about kids?''

''Didn't have any. I wanted to, but she didn't. I should have asked her that before we got married, but I was young. 
She was also so hot; I guess I just followed my dick.''

''It's never too late for a man.''

''Physiologically no. But if I had a kid now, by the time he was
at
college I'd be sixty.'' Sam slid the bacon from the pan onto a plate and added a piece of bread. ''Here, eat.''

''Thanks. Well, I think you'd make a great dad.''

Sam watched her eat. ''So what are you going to do
about
your friends now we've had this conversation?''

''I'm quitting being a cheerleader for a start. Maybe I'll join a legal studies group or something.''

After she'd finished eating, Sam cleaned up and packed his bag for the day ahead. ''I can't offer you a ride, we walked home last evening,'' he said.

''No problem. Let's walk to campus together.''

They left Sam's apartment and headed towards the tower that was Westchester's main building.

''You live so close to work, it's great,'' Lizzie said.

''I hate sitting in traffic, so being so close is
really
an advantage.''

''Sam I've
really
enjoyed talking to you,'' she said as they stood at a place where they would go their
own
ways. '' Can we do it again?''

''What?''

''Meet up and talk.''

''I'd like nothing more, but I don't think it's a good idea. You're a
student,
and I'm staff. It wouldn't look good.''

Lizzie scowled. ''I suppose so. Well, coach, it was a pleasure.''

''For me too.''

*****

Three weeks later Sam was sitting at home wondering whether he should quit as coach. He was on the worst run he'd ever been. They'd lost the last four
games,
and
he
was beginning to doubt his abilities. Maybe he was getting too old to relate to these young college kids, he thought. They didn't seem to respect him like the other teams had. They certainly weren't prepared to walk through fire for him. As soon as things got tough most of them feigned injuries or avoided
heavy
tackles.

Then there was something else that had been bothering him. Something he'd tried to put to the back of his mind but couldn't. It wasn't
right,
but he couldn't help it.

''Lizzie, it's Sam,’' he said. ''I got your number from Cora, I hope you don't mind me calling.''

''Sam, hi. Er....no, it's great you called.''

''How are you?'' he asked.

''Okay. I'm not missing being a
cheerleader; that
's for sure. I've joined a reading club. We meet on
Wednesdays; I
love it.''

''Great. I wondered if you wanted to get something to eat? Talk?''

Lizzie didn't have to think twice. She'd often thought about the evening he'd saved her from having sex with Roger, and the morning after when they'd talked so openly. ''Yes I'd love to.''

''Friday?''

''Fine,'' she said.

When Friday
arrived,
Sam was surprised how nervous he felt. He had to admit to himself he felt like a schoolboy about to go on his first date.
He
was thirty-nine and Lizzie twenty-one, why was he nervous? The only conclusion he came to, and it was one he didn't
really
want to admit, was that he liked her more than he knew. He
wasn't given
to dreaming, but every time he closed his eyes, her
pretty
face was there.

''Wow you look different,'' he said when Lizzie walked into the Mexican restaurant.

''Is that a compliment?''

''Yes. I meant to
say; you
look lovely.'' Lizzie was wearing a black dress that showed off her bosom well and a pair of four-inch heels which made her almost as tall as Sam. Her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail giving her the kind of innocent look most men like.

''You've made an effort as well,'' she said looking at his suit.

They looked at the menu and ordered
Taco's
and a bottle of red wine. The restaurant was busy, but Lizzie and Sam had managed to find a table for two in an intimate corner where their conversation would go unheard.

''Why did you call
me,
'' Lizzie asked quizzically.

''Because I enjoyed your company for a couple of hours three weeks ago, and I wanted to see you again.''

Lizzie turned her wine glass around between thumb and forefinger. ''Last time we spoke you told me it was not right for us to meet, remember?''

Sam had thought how he would respond to her when she asked this question. ''I know. But I've been doing some thinking. Life's too short. If we get on, why not?''

''How's the team performing?'' she asked.

''Terrible. It's the worst run I've ever had. It's not a team it's a group of individuals.''

''Ah,'' Lizzie gasped as a huge plate of tacos arrived. ''If I eat all those, I'll never fit into this dress again.

''Nonsense you've got a perfect figure, a pig out now and then won't harm you, as long as you do regular exercise.''

''So what are you going to do with the team? How can you make it better.''

''Honestly, I have no idea. What's more, I don't care.''

'' That's not like you.
Normally
you can think of nothing but success.''

''I don't care because I'm with you
tonight,
and that's all that matters.'

''That's a nice thing to say.''

Sam looked at her face. Three weeks ago she'd looked pale, but she looked much healthier now. He liked the fullness of her lips and the soft gaze of her green, brown eyes. When she spoke her drop earrings swung from side to side, catching the light of the candle on their table.

''Can I be honest with you?'' Sam asked.

''I don't want you not to be.''

''I would like to do this more often. I like you.''

She slid her hand
over
the table and touched him on the arm. ''I like you too. A lot. When you
rang,
I was happy, elated even. I'd love it if we saw each other more often.''

''Doesn't the age gap worry you?'' he asked.

''Well, going out with an old man can have its advantages,'' she said.

''If you're going to be cheeky I'll have to deal with you like I do my players.''

''And how is that?''

''Hard.''

''I'd like that,'' Lizzie said. There was a
silence,
and they looked into each
other's
eyes. The gaze seemed to go on for a long time until Sam leaned over to her, and kissed her gently on the lips.