Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
She grabbed her purse from the back room once her shift was over and rushed down the front steps towards Tank.
“Today, we’ll take my bike.”
“What? No, I’m too scared.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Don’t you trust me?”
“I don’t know you.”
“You know me. What you see is what you get. I don’t play games because I don’t have to.”
She believed it. Bell saw the way the club girls called out for him, begging for his attention—but he never gave it to them. He’d be able to get a girlfriend with one snap of his fingers, so he was likely telling the truth when he said he was an open book.
“What if you crash? Every night on the news, I hear about someone dying on a motorcycle.”
“I’ve never crashed.”
She exhaled. “You’re impossible.”
“Come on, Attitude. Climb on behind me and hold on tight.”
She didn’t want him to get fed up with her and drive off alone, but she really was terrified of bikes. The prospect of touching him, of being so intimately close to Tank, was too appealing.
“You better not kill me.”
Bell watched him straddle the bike like he’d done it since birth. The bike roared to life, and she noticed patrons in the diner look out the windows toward them, like onlookers viewing a car wreck. She put her hand on his bicep as she attempted to lift her much shorter leg over the back of the motorcycle. His arm was massive and solid muscle. She couldn’t pull her hand away.
Once she managed to wiggle up onto the bike, she slid toward him. She was pinned tight to his back, closer than expected, her pussy reacting to their proximity and the vibration of the engine.
“Hold on unless you want to fall off.”
She released his arm and hugged him around the waist. He was warm and addicting. Everything about him was hard and ripped. She closed her eyes as he hit the road. Bell hadn’t been joking when she said she was scared of bikes. The world felt like it was being lifted up and away from her, and she swore they’d tip at any second. They didn’t even have helmets, so if they got into an accident, she’d probably look like roadkill.
The wind blew through her hair and made her eyes water. After a few minutes, she actually started to relax a bit, the constant steady drone of the engine calming her. Tank knew what he was doing, his big body blocking most of the road from her view. As they passed cars, people would stare at them. She wondered if they thought she was his girlfriend. It was stupid that the idea thrilled her even though she hardly knew him at all.
After witnessing all the losers her mother would bring home when they were still living together, she didn’t want to make the same mistake. Yearning for a biker probably wasn’t the best idea if she wanted to meet Mr. Right, but Tank made her forget everything when she was with him.
He slowed down in front of her apartment, finally coming to a full stop and setting his leg down. Why did she have to live so close? She wanted the ride to last forever.
“It wasn’t that bad, was it?” Tank helped her off the bike. Her legs felt wobbly at first, and he held her up. “That’s normal for your first ride.”
She smiled up at him. What was his deal? Was he still just being a nice guy looking out for her or was there more between them? Bell definitely felt something but didn’t want to make any assumptions.
“What made you come into my diner today? You don’t seem like the diner type.”
Bell was pulling at straws, hoping he’d say something one way or the other so she knew where they stood.
“Seems I’m obsessed with you,” he said matter-of-factly.
She chuckled, assuming he was joking, even though there was no humor in his tone. “Sure, I guess I have that effect on people.”
He looked around, then at her apartment. “I don’t like this area.”
“You always say that.”
“I worry about you,” he said.
“Why? I’m just some girl.”
Tank shook his head. “No, not just some girl.” He stared down at her as if trying to unravel her secrets all the way down to her marrow. “Why do you live here all alone? Some asshole do you wrong or something?”
She bit her lip, unable to even pull off white lies when it came to Tank. “I’ve never had a serious boyfriend. I guess I’m just unlucky at love.”
“Then I’m the last thing you need.”
Her breath caught. So he was considering her as more than a friend? Was this something she wanted to pursue? She had next to no experience and even though she hated judging people, he was still a biker and that carried a lot of variables.