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destitute? He glanced down at her shoes. They were ancient looking. Beat up and held together with duct tape. Shit, maybe she was.
                  "Don't look at me like that."
                  "Like what?"
                  "I don't want your damn pity. I'll figure something out. I always do.
                  "I'm sorry Elle. I didn't mean to-"
                  She brushed herself off and started walking past him down the driveway out of the country club. Jesus, didn't she even have a car? He'd really screwed the pooch this time.
                  "Elle, wait!"             
                  He ran after her but she kept walking, completely ignoring him.
                  "Forget it. I'll be fine. No thanks to you."
                  "Are you seriously going to walk home?"
                  She stopped walking finally and stared at him. She was fighting back tears, he could tell. A strange feeling twisted in his insides. It was something like regret. And worry.
                  "Yeah well my roommate is my ride and she's still in there. So it's me and my feet."
                  "I'll give you a ride."
                  She rolled her eyes at him.
                  "Yeah, right. I'll just bet you will."
                  She started walking again. This was insane, he couldn't let her walk around in the dark! It wasn't safe. Especially looking the way she did.
                  He ran in front of her and held his hand out.
                  "I'll get you a job. Give me your phone."
                  She stared at him in exasperation. Then she chewed on her lip, considering her options. She must have come to the same conclusion he had: she didn't have much of a choice.
                  She pulled out her phone and held it up.
                  "Fine. But don't be calling me for booty calls. This is strictly business."
                  "Yes, absolutely. You got it."
                  She sighed deeply and handed her ancient looking phone to him. Jake felt triumphant suddenly as he typed in his number and texted himself. Then he texted her back with an address.
                  "Be there tomorrow morning. 8 am. Now come on, let me drive you home."
                  He grinned at her and held out his helmet.
     
     
     
     
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                  Elle was trying her best to hold herself at a respectable distance from Jake Delancey's broad back and shoulders. And his bum. A very tight, very cute little bum.
                  He was riding fast on a winding road. Faster than she would have liked, but he seemed to know what he was doing. The way he handled the bike was sending thrills through her body.
                  He took a sharp turn and she gasped, gripping him more tightly. She was pressed up against him now, her breasts mashing against the thin cotton of his shirt. He'd insisted she wear his jacket and helmet. Which meant that right now she was getting a really good whiff of Jake Delancey.
                  And he smelled good.
                  Really good.
                  Her inner thighs were pressed up against his jeans. And since she'd been wearing her uniform, the skirt was pushed up to the top of her thighs. She felt very exposed and more than a little bit naughty.
                  If he was facing the other way, they'd practically be… doing the deed.
                  Oh dear.
                  She shook herself and tried to pay attention to holding on. Her cheek kept brushing his shoulder. Finally, she gave in and rested her cheek against his back. Now she could really smell him. He was so warm and manly.
                  Sweet