Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
His lips curl up first at the corners, but another full-wattage smile spreads across his face. “Nothing. I never realized how much I enjoy a woman who enjoys her food.”
My face heats along with the rest of my body, but I refuse to give in to the blush, taking another bite instead. “Thank you for the sandwiches,” I say, taking the final bite before picking up another.
“No, thank you.” Diesel picks up one and eats it slowly. The heat of his gaze is impossible to ignore, but I try like hell. I’m leaving soon, and there’s no point getting involved, even if I kind of—okay, really—want to get involved.
Getting involved makes me think about my dismal dating history, which, of course, only highlights Diesel’s kind gesture of bringing me breakfast. When was the last time a guy brought me food without me having to ask him? Uhm…never.
“Thanks for breakfast,” I say again. “It was really thoughtful.”
“That’s me, a thoughtful guy.”
Despite his sarcasm, I believe him. Underneath the leather and the badass attitude, he’s more than that. Dammit. When he unwraps the last package, French toast sticks, and hands me two of the four sticks, I know I’m right and possibly in trouble.
“As much as it pains me to say this,” Diesel begins with a sigh and a sheepish smile. “Get dressed.”
Or…not? I frown. “Excuse me?”
“I’m taking you somewhere, and it requires more clothes than those itty-bitty pajama shorts. Unless you just want to stay here because I’m game for that, too.”
His gaze lasers in on my tits, and my nipples choose that exact moment to tighten into stiff peaks like they’re trying to jump out and touch him. “What’ll it be, Cass?”
My whole body lights up at the promise and the heat in those four words, which is exactly why I jump up from my chair and send him a glare I don’t really feel. “I’ll be ready in a few minutes.”
“Take your time,” he says as I grab a change of clothes and go to the bathroom. “Take a shower if you like it, and feel free to leave the door open.” He laughs when I stop to stare at him. “To avoid the windows getting all foggy, that is.”
I shake my head, laughing as I disappear into the bathroom. Spending more time with Diesel is dangerous, but he looks nice, smells great, and makes me laugh. And a man that looks like he does who also brings a girl food? Hell, he’s almost perfect, and I can handle a day or two of perfect.
I deserve it.
I swipe on some eyeliner and mascara, ignoring the mocking voice in my head. This isn’t about impressing anyone, especially not Diesel. It’s my armor, especially after that bitch’s comments at the clubhouse last night. Dressed in my usual t-shirt and jeans, I step out, sighing. “So, where are we headed?”
Diesel gives me a half-smirk. “It’s a surprise. Just so you know, I’m not planning to kill you or steal your virtue or anything. You might want a jacket, though. It might get chilly on the ride.”
I chuckle, reaching for my denim jacket. “Good to know my life’s not in danger. And my virtue? We’ll talk about that later.”
He looks at me, eyes intense but playful. “I’m not out to steal it, Cass. I want you to give it to me because you can’t stop thinking about it, because you’re lying awake at night, dreaming of giving it all to me.”
Wow, that’s some line. I nearly stumble over nothing but manage to keep my cool. “Okay, Romeo, enough sweet talk. Let’s see this big surprise of yours.” Hurrying him to the door, I lock up and follow him, trying not to show how his words affect me. Diesel just smiles and leads the way to his bike.
I don’t know where he’s taking me, but I hang onto him tightly and watch the town fly by until we’re back at the clubhouse parking lot. My curiosity is piqued, that’s for sure, but I wait for Diesel to reveal his surprise when he’s ready. “Come on.” He takes my hand with the ease of a man who’s known me for over a day and tugs me into Ace Motors.
“Are you putting me to work?”
“Even better,” he replies with a sparkle in his eyes. “Just wait.”
I’m strangely excited by his excitement. Anticipation is thick in the air as he shows me inside, ignoring the questioning stares from the other guys. When he pulls me into the work area, my brows dip into a frown until Diesel steps aside, and I see the beauty before me. “Is that what I think it is?”
He nods, his smile coming slow and so damn attractive I dig my nails into the palm of my hand to stop the wave of need in its tracks. “If you think it’s a 1967 Shelby GT, then yeah, that’s what it is.”