Dax laughs, sitting my helmet on the bike’s seat. “I was as close to dating Stella as you were to dating LJ.”
“Oh,” I say, relieved. “And, why did you introduce me with the wrong name?”
Daxsighs, looking off to the side. “Remember how I told you it wouldn’t be safe if anyone at the clubhouse found out you were an Ashworth?”
I shiver with icy fear. “Those two were dangerous?”
Dax meets my eyes and shakes his head. “No, they’re cool. Just, some of the guys go into that store, and Hugo goes into the clubhouse for beers. I didn’t want to risk anyone talking about you.”
My chest deflates. “Oh, okay.”
“Plus, Stella follows a lot of you rich girls on social media.”
I snigger. “Really? She seemed like she was dissing me.”
Dax shrugs. “She got a little obsessed when a girl she knew moved to Victoria Falls after her mom married some rich guy.”
“Oh. So, Stella keeps you in the loop with what she’s up to?”
Dax crooks a finger under my chin, lifting my face. “Are you jealous, Sassy?”
“I… I…”
Dax runs a hand down my back, and whispers, “I don’t know if I’ve made this clear, but I’m not interested in any other girls.”
A shiver runs down my spine. The good kind. “I’ve never felt about someone how I feel about you.”
Dax smiles, keeping a hold of my chin. He leans in, giving me a perfectly soft kiss. I lift onto the balls of my feet and kiss him back, letting a moan escape.
I mumble a nervous laugh and cup a hand over my face. “Is it crazy to feel like this when we’ve just met?”
Dax traces my jawline and then scoops his hand into my hair. His lips press onto my forehead, and the gentle touch spreads tingles across my head. I smile at my reflection in his stormy gray eyes, completely relaxed in his presence.
“Do you still want to go to the gala with me?” I murmur, bracing for a no.
He rubs the back of his neck. “You still want me to go?”
I run my hand down his T-shirt front, biting my lip. “I’d love you to.”
“Then, yes. Absolutely.”
“I have a meeting this evening with the society ladies to discuss planning details,” I say. “Would you be interested in going for a tux fitting tomorrow?”
His eyebrow cocks. “A fitting?”
I nod, grinning. “You’d look so dashing in the right fit.”
He eyes me suspiciously. “This is a necessity for the gala?”
“Yes, it’s a strict dress code.”
“Okay, but if I have to get fitted for a monkey suit, you have to do something too.”
“What’s that?”
“When we go for a fitting, you need to dress basic. Jeans and a tee.”
I puff out a laugh. “No way. The tailor is part of the strip mall. People I know will see me.”
