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“Why are you here, Aurora?” He looks me up and down, taking in my not-like-me attire of short-shorts, sky-high heels, and a shirt I’ve tied up in the front with nothing but my bra underneath. It was all for him. This was supposed to be how I planned to get his attention, not that other thing.
“I wasn’t sure if I was going to see you tonight, and I needed to speak to you.”
“I was just on my way home.” He looks me over again.
“Like last night?” I can’t hide the sarcasm in my voice. It’s as plain as the anger oozing out of his pores. “This is the first time I’ve seen you since Saint-Tropez.”
He clenches his jaw. “We’ll finish this conversation at home.”
We take the corner, then we’re in the parking lot.
My jaw nearly hits the ground when we stop at a black motorcycle and he’s handing me the helmet that was hooked on the handle.
I stare at the helmet as if it might kill me if I touch it.
“What is this?” I switch my gaze back and forth between Knight and the motorcycle. “Where is your car? Or Ryan?” I search the area for one of his many Porsches or Ryan sitting in the front of the Maybach, but I find nothing.
“The car’s at home, and Ryan is wherever he is. He doesn’t drive me everywhere. This is my motorcycle and how we’re getting home.”
Oh my God. I should have stayed home. There’s no way I’m riding on that thing with him. Motorcycles have always terrified me. I don’t even like bicycles.
Once again, Knight Grayson has managed to shock the hell out of me. I would never imagine him riding around on a motorcycle, of all things. But look at him dressed in his leather biker jacket and black jeans—he looks like the guy who would. This is just like that day when I saw him working with the contractors at Sunset Cove.
“I’m walking or taking a taxi.” I press my lips together with open displeasure.
“Oh no, no, no. Don’t skip out on me now, Mon Cherie. I’m just getting started with you.”
I swallow hard. “What does that mean?”
“You think you’re going to get off easy for tonight? No. Now, get on the bike.”
“I don’t like motorcycles. They’re too fast. I’ve never ridden on one. I don’t know how.”
The corners of his lips lift into a wicked smile, and he moves in so close I expect him to kiss me. “You ride it the same way you ride me, by holding on tight. When you get tired, I’ll do the rest of the work,wife.”
My nerves slip at the erotic mental image of us consuming everything else in my mind.
His smile widens, and he pushes the helmet toward me again.
I take it and pray I survive this trip, let alone the night.
He gets on the motorcycle first and slips on a pair of Oakleys.
Taking a deep, deep breath, I put the helmet on. At least it smells like him, and somehow, the scent of woodland and musk gives me comfort.
Knight helps me get on the back of the motorcycle, and I mold myself to him like plaster on a wall, securing my arms around his waist, my fingers digging into the raw granite muscles beneath his jacket.
“Hold on to me,” he reminds me, as if I could forget.
At the roar of the engine, I’m already tightening my grip, then we take off and it feels like we’re going to fly up into the sky.
I close my eyes because everything is going by too fast and too quickly.
My heart is in my throat, pounding right up into my head.
Fear assails my nerves, and I feel like I’m going to have a panic attack, but then I begin to calm slowly, slowly, slowly as I focus on Knight’s scent and his hard body against mine when we cruise down the road.
The thrill of the speed seeps into me, and the trepidation I first felt slips away drop by drop. I even open my eyes from time to time so I can see what everything looks like when it seems like you’re going at warp speed.
