Chapter 15 Motorcycles
Chapter 15 Motorcycles
Blake took me to his office. It was claustrophobic in there, everything closed in, no windows. The walls were a dull green, and there were many beautiful, vintage items.
The most surprising thing was a motorcycle, attached to the wall…
“Why do you love motorcycles?”
“I fell in love with them the first time I saw one… back in 1904! I was already used to riding horses on the farms where I lived. The employees never understood me when they saw me go out riding at dusk. Sometimes I would go out with a torch in my hand to light my horse’s vision. When they invented lamps, everything became easier. But my life changed when I saw a man riding a motorcycle with a headlight. I was enchanted by that. I talked to the motorcycle driver, paid him to teach me how to ride it, and bought his motorcycle. This is a Hildebrand & Amp model, one of the first mass-produced motorcycles. Since that night, I have left the horses in the stables and started riding only on them. I have had hundreds of them throughout the 20th century. But this was my first one, so I have it on the wall, so that I never forget the times I rode it.”
“Cool!” I said, eating another spoonful of my ice cream. Blake looked at me wrapped in a towel, super cute, and said:
“Sorry for making you go into the heated pool. I needed your warm blood, you understand, right?!”
“Sure Blake, that’s fine with me, it’s my duty as a Friend at Pink Flavor Drops to help our Sorority mates. Ashley sent me, so I fulfilled my mission, are you going to need another dose?”
Damn, I ended up offering myself to a vampire, I liked being sucked by him… I mean donating my blood to him.
“No! I’ve had enough to drink. But I would really like it if you could come back here so we could ride our motorcycles some night. Would you like to come?”
“Even though I think motorcycles are dangerous, yes, I would like to ride with you.”
“Great! My mansion is open to you, whenever you want, come.”
“Thank you!” My ice cream was gone, it was time to go.
“If you don’t need me anymore, I’ll leave now.”
“If I could, I’d walk you home, but I have to recover first before I can go out there.”
“It’s okay Blake, I don’t think this biker 33 is into chasing preppy girls.”
I laughed and Blake laughed too. And we laughed together. Finally he said: “Use my laundry room to dry your clothes.”
“Ok, I’ll need it!”
“I’m going back to the pool, if you want to dive with me again…”
“Another day! I have to go to the photo shoot in the afternoon.”
“Are you a model?!”
“Yes!”
“Cool profession!” I nodded in agreement. Blake’s body left the office. I was tempted to go back to the hot water, but I had to leave. I went to the laundry room, used his dryer, left my underwear warm and went back to get my clothes that were left in the pool. Blake was already on the other side, with his friends, working on a motorcycle. I didn’t even say goodbye, I left from there.
2:30 PM, I returned to the Pink Mansion.
I was exhausted from the blood draw. I walked through the halls of the hospital, there were other Darlings working, or rather serving. It was the afternoon team.
I went to Ashley's office. As I approached, I heard her arguing with someone.
I approached the door and saw who it was. It was Ryan, her brother. Ashley was saying something angry to him. I only heard the last word. “Useless!” And she threw the paper in his face.
They both stopped arguing when they saw me at the entrance.
“Get out of here!” she shouted to Ryan, who walked past me and said sadly, “Hello again, Erika!” and left.
Ashley stared at me. And I put the keys in my hand: “I’m done with my job, my friend! I came to bring your car and I’m leaving, I have work to do this afternoon!”
“You took a while!” she said finally.
“The afternoon traffic! The streets are tough, full of cars, there was an accident down the street…”
“I’m not talking about the street, you idiot!”
“What are you talking about then?”
“About Blake!”
Oh no, jealousy attack. A jealous rich girl is worse than the Terminator without a screw.
“I donated my blood to him, as you asked…”
“And what else did you give him?”
“I only gave him my blood!”
“You were alone in his room!”
“How did you know?!”
“I have friends in Blake’s idiot biker club, I was informed that he spent some time alone with you! Is it true that he walked around naked in front of you?!”
“Yes! But…like…”
“You saw my man naked! I hate you!”
“Calm down Ashley! When I arrived he was already naked, but he was in the hot pool, so I took off my clothes and got in the water…”
“What!? You got naked with him in the pool too?!”
“No, I just stripped down to my underwear, then he asked me to get in the hot water to warm up my blood. And that was it.”
“And what did you do in his office alone?”
“Nothing! He just took me there and showed me an old motorcycle hanging on the wall, and he kept talking about his love for motorcycles!”
She pointed her finger up at me, threatening me:
“I want to make one thing very clear to you, Blake is mine! Just because you gave him your blood doesn’t mean he likes you. A lot of people drink juice through a straw, but that doesn’t mean the juice factory loves you!”
What a stupid comparison I’ve ever heard, but anyway, I had to end the conversation.
“I get it, Blake is all yours. I just went to fulfill my friend’s favor. Now I’m going to leave the car keys here and go. I have things to do.”
Ashley looked at me firmly, shook her head, affirming her inner anger, and declared:
“Get out of here!”
I turned around, not wanting to argue or apologize. After all, it wouldn’t be wise to argue with a vampire woman.
I called an Uber and left. Little did I know that this was my last time at the Pink Mansion…