Lewis made a sound of disbelief. “Because we haven’t seen each other in years.”
“That was your decision.”
Anger flashed in his eyes. “Callie?—”
“I need to get back to my hotel.”
“Please,” he bit out, voice rough. “You never have to speak to me ever again after it.”
The curious part of me, the part of me that would always, unfortunately, be drawn to him, nodded reluctantly. “Okay.”
Lewis seemed to sag with relief. “Great. Follow me.”
Falling into step beside him, I didn’t feel even a shred of uncertainty as he led me down a dimly lit lane between theclub and the next building. No matter what had occurred between us, I’d always feel physically safe with Lewis.
Emotionally, not so much.
“Where are we going?”
He gestured to a green motorbike sitting beneath a lamppost.
It shouldn’t have surprised me.
I already thought he looked more like a biker than an architect.
Yet it was one more thing in the evolution of Lewis Adair I’d missed when once upon a time, I thought I’d be around to see it all.
“You want me to get on that?” My bitterness seethed in the question.
And I blamed him for that too. I didn’t want to be a bitter person!
“Scared?” Lewis unlocked the hard case box on the back of the bike, flashing me a teasing grin I knew all too well before he pulled out helmets.
“No. My ex had a bike.” It was true. I’d ridden on the back of Gabriel’s bike often.
Lewis’s smile dropped. “So, what’s the problem?”
I gestured down to my clothing. “Not exactly dressed for a ride.”
His eyes dragged down my body in a way that made my pulse flutter. When our gazes locked, he wore an expression I’d never seen on Lewis’s face before. Pure, unadulterated lust. “I adamantly disagree.”
It took a second for his hoarse words and their meaning to register. I gaped at him. “You did not just say that.”
His mouth kicked up at the corner. “I didn’t mean it that way.”
I could tell by the devil in his eyes, he absolutely meant it that way.
Lewis held out a hand. “Give me your purse. I’ll put it in the box.”
Still a bit stunned by his overt flirting, I held out the clutch and watched as he locked it away. With one more wicked smirk in my direction, he swung his leg over the bike with ease. “You coming or not?”
So this was who he was now?
Flirty and cocky, and probably a total manwhore to boot.
Fine. If he wanted to play it that way … I marched over to the bike, tugged the hem of my dress up indecently high, and swung my leg over. Then I scooted as close to Lewis as possible to protect what little modesty I could. My heels rested on the passenger footpegs, bringing my thighs closer to him.
He was tense against me, staring over his shoulder at my bare legs.
