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stopped her. “What’s your name, little girl?”
    Throwing her hair over her shoulder in an attempt to appear sassy, she grinned. “Danika Eldridge, but you can call me Danny.” And she walked out the door.

Chapter Three

    Staring at herself in the long, narrow mirror on the back of her bathroom door, Danny could hardly believe she’d had the nerve to do it. “Danny,” she said the name out loud. She hadn’t been called that for years. Somewhere along the way, she’d decided it wasn’t dignified or grown-up enough. Now though, she saw it differently. Danika might be meek and shy, but Danny was bold and adventurous.
    Studying her image again, she decided her look reflected her adventurous new attitude. Stifling a giggle, she could just picture the look on Wesley’s face if he saw her now. No more hiding clothes in the back of her closet, afraid to wear them. On her feet were black studded leather boots that came up to mid-calf with a thick, three-inch wedge heel. Tight faded jeans, ripped in the knees and indecently across the ass, revealed the barest hint of the black lace thong she wore. The shirt had been the hardest decision. She’d finally decided to stick with the basics and pulled on a plain white button-up shirt belted with a wide, black leather belt.
    She decided the look worked, tough, sexy, but not too slutty. Her hair had been somewhat tougher. She was tired of always putting it up, but having it loose would leave it in a tangled mess by the time she was done. Eventually she’d settled on a single, long braid. It made her look young and tomboyish. Giving her reflection a final cheeky grin, she headed for the door. She’d already heard a single beep seconds ago, and knew he was downstairs in the back ally waiting for her.
    She paused on the landing, staring down at the man and bike waiting below. Holy cow! she silently cried. What had she gotten herself into? If the massive rumbling beast of a bike was intimidating, then the impressive rider upon it was doubly so in his long black duster and faceless black helmet. A hundred years ago he would have been called a desperado or an outlaw. Now he was enough to make an average man tremble and a timid woman run in fear. Fear wasn’t the problem, she acknowledged. Lust raged through her at just the sight of him. The idea of actually climbing on behind him brought a rush of white hot desire zinging through her. It would be like a giant vibrator. Lord, she was going to make a fool out of herself if she didn’t get her raging desire under control.
    Taking a deep breath, she forced her reluctant feet to keep moving. There was no way she was going to let him know just how overwhelming he was. She almost laughed. He thought he was being intimidating. Little did he know.

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    Gabe was glad the full-face shield of his helmet hid his expression, because the sight of her sexy little body in those tight jeans and low-buttoned shirt was enough to have him drooling. Some might consider her plump. He knew she didn’t fit the Hollywood twiggy type, but he liked curves. His height made all women seem small, and Danny was no exception. To him she was perfect, tiny but full in all the right places. The sight of her long hair in a thick, rope-like braid gave him wicked ideas. He could see himself using it as leash as he forced her to her knees before him, pulling her head back and putting that smart-ass mouth to good use on his cock. He shifted slightly on the seat, as his jeans continued to grow uncomfortably tight.
    Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, he tugged off his helmet and set it conveniently on his lap, hoping she wouldn’t notice the growing hard - on distorting the front of his jeans. Time for a subject change, he told himself. “So you’ve never done this?”
    Grinning sheepishly, she shook her head. “It’s a long story, but no, I didn’t just wake up this morning and decide to buy a motorcycle. It’s something I’ve always