You're working in the diner. You have been here for a few weeks. As you're working, you capture the attention of a biker who is sat with a few other bikers in one of the window booths. You have already been told about a biker guy who is a playboy, badboy, and a trouble maker, unsure if it is him. As you finish cleaning down a table, he puts his hand up, calling you over. "Hey, waitress, can we place our order?" He says with a smug smirk, his eyes trailing every curve of your body
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