Page 7 of My Biker


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Aero especially.

The elevator glided up, and I tried to look everywhere but at Aero.

He was doing the exact opposite.

“What room are we in?” Throttle asked.

“Seven-twelve,” Aero called.

My eyes bugged out, and I stepped back again but bumped into the elevator wall.Oh, Jesus.

“Something tells me your room is close to ours,” Aero chuckled. “If we don’t have enough towels, maybe you can lend us some…” he trailed. “What’s your name, babe?” he asked.

I bit my bottom lip and wondered if I should tell him my name. Would it hurt if he knew it? It wasn’t like I was going to tell him my full name and social security number. “Dove,” I blurted.

Aero tipped his head to the side. “Really?”

“No,” I confessed.See? Not good at lying at all.

Throttle chuckled.

“Your name isn’t Dove?” Aero asked.

The doors slid open, and I grabbed the handle of the wagon from Aero. “No,” I repeated. I tried to step around him, but he didn’t budge. The wagon, Aero, and the wall caged me in.

“Have dinner with me,” Aero whispered.

I tipped my head back, and my eyes connected with his. “Are you talking to me?” I asked.

“He sure as shit ain’t talking to me,” Throttle chuckled. “I’m heading to the room. See you guys later.” Throttle stepped out of the elevator, and the doors started to slide closed behind him.

Aero pushed the wagon back until it was blocking the doors open. “Tell me your name, and have dinner with me.”

“I can’t tell if those are demands or if you’re asking me.”

“Asking. Though I do hope you say yes.”

The elevator dinged, and I knew it was only a matter of time before it started making a bunch of noises.

“I need to get back to my room and check on my friend,” I insisted.

“Boyfriend?” Aero asked.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Friend. I made her come, and she got a little tipsy at Shot Row.”

“That a restaurant around here?”

A smile crept over my lips. “Hardly. It’s a row of rowdy authors who know how to have a good time.”

Aero glanced down at my wagon filled to the top with books. “Rowdy and authors aren’t two words I would put together.”

He really had no clue. “I’m sure if you head down to the bar, you can see some of them in action tonight.”

“What about rowdy book nerds? Are you one of those?”

I quirked my eyebrow. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”Woo! All of those romance books I read were finally helping me out! That was totally a line one of the characters would say.

“There is a lot I would like to know about you, babe, but right now, I’ll just take knowing your name.”

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