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It’s black and sleek, and with her on top it’ll be the sexiest set of wheels I’ve ever had the pleasure of ogling. And I’ve seen my fair share of bikes.
    She straddles the bike, and flicks her hair over her shoulder before putting on and fastening her black helmet. She starts the bike with a roar, and salutes in my direction before tearing off down the street.
    Fuck. Me. Dead.
    I’ve gotta get home. I need a cold shower. Or to jerk off. Maybe both. Fucked if I know what to do with myself standing like an idiot in the street.
     

CHAPTER TWO
    * APRIL *
    Two days later … (Friday)
    I should have given him my number. Was it wrong to think that I liked everything about him? His gorgeous deep blue eyes had instantly trapped my attention, making it hard to look away. He was a hottie, alright, and I now have a new appreciation for blondes. His short hair was swooped to the side, and my greedy fingers wanted to rake through it. The smooth golden skin of his face, and the peek of flesh at his open collar had left me wondering if the rest of his body was as tanned and silky.
    I’d appreciated every second I had with him, but unfortunately it wasn’t enough. But those lips. Fuck me, his mouth. I’d owned it for only the briefest moment in time but weren’t those lips the fucking bee’s knees? Hot and soft and sweet … I’ve relived that kiss more times than I probably should.
    I’d bet my last meal he’d be all Abercrombie & Fitch model material under those clothes, which seemed like they were custom made to fit his body. When I’d run my hand over his firm, sculpted chest, my resolve had just about disintegrated. After living with a slob for a boyfriend, I can appreciate a man that looks after himself. And Nick, well, that relationship was too short lived to even count.
    The only thing I didn’t get was the job. Finance. Working at ‘Daddy’s’ firm. I get the whole loyalty-to-the-family thing, but the job sounds boring as shit. Surely his family would see he’s not happy. I barely know him, and I got that vibe straight away. Somehow, I can tell there’s more to him than he was letting on. I just know it.
    Against every shred of my will power, I didn’t go back to Wild and Free-Range Café last night, even though I desperately wanted to see if he’d be there. It was the only way he could see me again. Sydney is too big a place to simply bump into one another.
    Anyhow, I didn’t know whether I was ready for anything casual, or serious for that matter. I don’t need to hand my number out to trouble. Trouble finds me well enough. There are enough toys in my drawer to keep my heart out of the firing line, and it’s probably best to rely on them, for now.
    Surprisingly, I’d enjoyed flirting with Spencer. Not something I do often. That little buzz I’d get when we’d touched or he’d laughed, and I couldn’t help but join him … I wonder if he’d even give me a second look if I went back there. I wasn’t prepared to go home with him that night, but I’m sure girls line up around the corner for him. There’s no way he’d be short a bed mate. Not with those pretty-boy looks, and that smile I tried to ignore. The one that had me wanting to take his hand and use it to soothe the ache between my legs. It seems like forever since a man has touched me, but the reality is, it’s only been a few weeks since I stormed out on Nick and got on the first flight home.
    After putting off the inevitable, I decide I have to clean this place. I’ve left shit lying everywhere because now I’m living alone, I don’t have anyone to tell me what to do. And I love it, but if anyone were to come here they’d have trouble finding a clear path to anywhere. Except maybe to the fridge. At least I’d made the bed.
    I gather up a pile of clothes, and grab my leather jacket to hang up. Something white catches my eye in the pocket, and I put my hand in and pull out a folded napkin.
     
My mouth’s still burning from the