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This is just another bad date with anoter narcissistic horse's rear end.  She knew almost as soon as she had met him. He was a twerp. A butt. An absolute douche bag. Another complete waste of her time. She was really beginning to think that she should start charging them by the hour. After all, if they were going to treat her like that, then she would charge them like that. She clenched her hands in her lap to keep from reaching across the tablle to slap. It was almost a reflex because he was such an a**hole.

She sat there in the booth of her favorite diner, listening to yet another a**hole drone on about his career, his bank account, his sports cars, his college degree, his trust fund, his this and his that. She never once heard anything come out of his mouth that didn't center around him. Him, him, him. That's all he  cared about.  Then he crossed the line. "I'm great in bed, too. I've never left a woman wanting." He smirked at her shocked expression. 

She really shouldn't be shocked. It seemed that all of the guys she had been dating this last six months or so were struck on themselves. It was always the same. They bragged on themselves. Their wealth, their jobs, their car, their home or in some cases homes. Almost always, the size of their trust fund. It was like they had never left their teens and developed a sense of maturity. Jeez! Is this realy what she had to look forward to?

 She had tried to shift the subject away and talk about something else. But no matter how hard she tried, it always seemed to come back to them. The last time she had been on a date and the guy had asked her about herself had been her husband. God, she missed him. She knew that Mack had been one in a million. Dating these air-headed morons just proved it. Lucy was right, chivalry is dead. The jerk hadn't even opened the door for her. He had opened it and walked in without waiting on her. Merely expecting her to follow him. That's when she had said a silent pray that this date wasn't going to go like all of the others she had been on since getting over her grief. Unfortunately that prayer had gone unanswered. So far, this one was the worst of them all. She couldn't believe the size of his ego.

"Samantha, are you listening to me?" A whining voice interrupted her musing. 

She had had enough. "No, frankly I wasn't. You haven't needed my participation all evening. All night long, we have set here and talked about you. You haven't asked me a single question about my life. You don't know what I do for a living. You don't know where I went to college. You probably couldn't tell me what color my eyes were if I closed them. And you darn sure couldn't tell my what kind of car I drove up in. No, I don't think this night needs to go on anymore. If you will please leave, I will gladly pay the bill. Just to get rid of you."

Samantha watched as his eyes become dark with anger. "You fucking bitch! How dare you. I'll have you know that I'm one of the wealthiest bachelors in the city. I came out on this date as a favor to you. I figured a fat-ass like you could use a good lay. It's probably been awhile, and I thought you would be ripe. However, I don't think you deserve me!" Standing up, he gathered his coat to leave when a deep and gravelly voice behind him stopped him in his tracks.

"You know, you should never treat a lady like that. If you were half the man you thought you were, you would have focused on her, not yourself. You would have held the door for her to allow her to walk in. You would have waited for her to sit before you sat down. You also would have talked about her. All I heard come out of your mouth was me, me, me. I never once heard you ask the lady about herself. You didn't even ask what she wanted to eat. You just ordered for her, and you know nothing about her. And if you were all the wonderful things you thought you were, that you told her you were, then you certainly would never speak to a lady like that. At least, not outside of the bedroom. Now, get your shit and leave and if you say one more word to her, I swear, I will help you out that door. Head first." He growled.

Of course the turd fled. But only after mumbling how lucky she was that he went out with her. She stood next to her booth watching with a great deal of humor as the area's most eligible bachelor ran out like his butt was on fire. After the door closed, she turned to look at her "knight in shining armor." What she saw caused her to gulp. He wasn't pretty by any means. But there was a ruggedness to him that was incredibly sexy.  His hair was long and he had enough ink that she could see it coming up above his t-shirt collar. He had the brightest green eyes she had ever seen and hair so black it looked blue in the light. He wasn't old, but he wasn't a young man either. Tall, with a powerful build that hinted at strength and a muscular body. She guessed that he was close to her age, maybe a few years older. Smiling up at him, she spoke.

"Thank you. It seems that all I ever attract are men like him. Not even a mature man. A little boy playing at being a man. I'm not even sure why I endured as long as I did." Indicating that he join her in the booth, she asked, "Can I buy you a cup of coffee or dinner, to pay you back?" Her face flamed red. She normally wasn't so forward.

He smiled a gentle smile down at her. "A cup of coffee would be great." After she slid back into her seat he sat down. 

Samantha waved the waitress over. "I heard, Sam. I'm sorry. This one turned out to be shit too. Better luck next time."

"Lucy, do me a favor, bring my rescuer and myself some coffee, would you?" Turning to look at the biker, she quirked an eyebrow in question. "Food, dessert? They have the best cheesecake in town."

"Coffee's fine." He said, smiling in a way that seemed to take her breath away.