Page 48 of The Boyfriend Experience

See, now that is how you handle Oaklee. Distract her as you pay for the clothes she thinks she’s buying.

I feel like patting myself on the back right now.

But I don’t waste time gloating. I head straight for the cash register where Chuck is already totaling shit up.

And that’s when I see… the bike.

“Ah,” Chuck says. “Nice, isn’t she? The old man made that for himself about fifteen years ago. But he’s selling if you’re interested.”

“I know this bike,” I almost whisper. “I actually remember seeing him ride it once. Some grand opening for a store, I think.”

“Yeah,” Chuck says. “He’s selling a bunch of his older stock to make room for new bikes. I guess the old lady put her foot down and said no more bikes at the farm until he sells some.”

“Crazy,” I say. “That he’d sell this… masterpiece.”

“They’re all masterpieces.” Chuck laughs. “Hop on and give her a feel while I ring you up.”

I’m about to say, Nah. But instead my mouth says, “Yeah. OK.”

And then my leg swings over. My eyes seeking out every last detail of artwork on the tank. One foot on the floor. One foot on the pedal. Both hands on the grips. “Jesus,” I say. “This is damn nice.”

“It’s got a nice rear suspension,” Chuck says. “Floating bitch seat for Oaklee. I’ve ridden on the back of that bad girl and let me tell you, she will feel like she’s flying.”

I can picture it too. Me. Her. This bike. The future.

Stop it, Law. This whole thing is fake. Just a business deal, nothing more.

“Hey!” someone calls from the door. “I got a delivery. Where do you want them?”

There’s a guy standing off to my left with a hand truck stacked two high with kegs.

“Over in the bar,” Chuck says, pointing to the other side of the building.

And that’s when I see the label stamped on the keg.

Buffalo Brews.

I look over my shoulder real quick, trying to see if Oaklee is still in the dressing room.

She’s not. And I know she sees the same thing I do just by the look on her face.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN - OAKLEE

The skirt is super cute and that’s all I’m thinking about when I exit the dressing room stall and start walking over to Law. He’s sitting on a bike near the cash register and the first thing I notice is that he looks… he looks… like the man of my dreams.

I giggle at that. And I’m just about to make a joke about buying him that bike just so I can ride bitch with him when I see a guy rolling kegs across the showroom towards the bar.

My mouth is open, my head about to turn to Chuck to ask him what that’s all about—but that’s before I see the brand printed on the keg.

Buffalo Brews.

“What the fuck?” I yell. There’s a ton of people in the store, so I get lots of weird stares, but I don’t care. “Chuck! What is going on here? We have a deal!”

Chuck looks at me, confused. “What are you—” But that’s when he sees the problem. “Oh, shit. I dunno, Oaklee. Let me go find out.”

He leaves the cash register just as Law walks over to me. “Hey, maybe it’s not what you think,” he says.

“Not what I think?” I exclaim. I’m too loud. And people all over the store are still staring at me. So I gather myself back up and grit through my teeth, “She’s trying to get my vendors, Law. It’s exactly what I think.”