![]() ![]() “Good.” He settled his helmet back on his head and revved his bike. She felt a shiver run right through her his tone was utterly implacable. Because once you’re through the door, I have no time for regrets or cold feet.” Twenty minutes should be plenty of time to decide what you want, Louise. He glanced down the near-empty Fifth Avenue. Twenty minutes? That’s all of his time she was worth? “What if there’s traffic?” “How long will you wait?” she asked, and he cocked his head, swept her in a thoroughly assessing gaze. So he kept an expensive suite on permanent reservation for his one-night stands? Charming.īut then, this night wasn’t about charming. “The penthouse suite? What, do you have a standing reservation?” It’s The Black Book on Forty-Sixth and Seventh Avenue. “If you won’t let me on your bike? And that was not some double entrendre, by the way.” Seems like fate to me.”Ī thrill ran through her. “And yet we left the party at the same time, met up out here. ![]() She could not bear to feel that way again, not for so much as five seconds. She wouldn’t be able to stand it if he ended up humiliating her, rejecting her. She didn’t trust men, not with her heart and not with her body. Hot sex with a stranger.Ī little voice in her head, a voice that she’d been trying to silence for ten years, whispered that this was a bad idea. She really was thinking about doing this. Her mind emptied of thoughts and her heart started to thud. They stared at each other, the moment spinning out so Louise felt breathless. “I ride safe, and I mean that in all sorts of ways.” I only have one helmet.” She must have looked disbelieving because he chuckled softly. “In any case, though,” Jaiven said in that slow, sexy rumble of a voice, “you can’t get on my bike. Was she actually warning Jaiven that she didn’t want a relationship? Talk about unnecessary. She laughed then, shook her head in disbelief. “A nice hotel on Forty-Sixth Street I know?” “If I get on that bike, you know where this is going, right?” Maybe it was this man, looking at her with both assurance and hunger. Maybe it was just five years, or really a lifetime, of sexual starvation. Maybe it was the knowledge that Chelsea had found some happiness, so she wanted to grab a little for herself. The fact that he was a well-known, multimillionaire entrepreneur made that a little more unlikely, but only just.Īnd yet she was still thinking about it. He could strangle her in an alleyway and dump her body in the Hudson River. Still… Could she seriously be thinking about this? Getting on a bike with a stranger? God knows where he’d take her. And a one-night stand was not a marriage. She’d take whatever a man dished out and ask for more. No, the trouble was she’d get on it, just as she had once before. “Do you see me dragging you onto this bike?” “I told you that caveman thing was not attractive, right?” ![]() Still her brain attempted one last feeble attack. Maybe her body was staging a coup over her brain. Her whole body tensed in mortification as Jaiven gave her one of his toe-curling smiles. “Party over?” Jaiven asked, and Louise heard that rich, velvety note of laughter in his voice. She tensed, because it was night in New York and she was a woman alone instinctively she reached into her pocket for the small can of pepper spray she kept attached to her key chain.ġ5 Spookiest Books To Read With Your Kids This Halloween She’d just crossed Fifty-Ninth Street and was turning left toward Sixth Avenue when she heard the sputter of a motorbike behind her. She’d walk for a little bit, she decided, and clear her head. She dug her hands into her pockets and started across the Grand Army Plaza toward the park. With a shake of her head she slipped her phone into her pocket and stepped outside the Plaza Hotel, breathed in the smell of New York: taxi fumes and litter and that inexplicable, muggy steam that rose from the subway grates, and over it all the damp freshness of a wet spring night. Half a million websites immediately came up, and she soon saw why: Jaiven Rodriguez was the founder and CEO of JR Shipping, one of the largest delivery services in the world. In the lift down to the lobby she pulled out her phone and for curiosity’s sake-that ship had sailed, after all-she did an internet search for Jaiven Rodriguez. ![]()
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