“What, uh… what kind of… umm…”
“It’s a Ducati Monstertwelve-hundred,” Fox said, grinning.
That was the way to amotorcycle guy’sheart, right? Asking questions about their bike.
I wanted Fox to like me, soit couldn’thurt to listen to him talk.
So far, I understood thathis bike was red. And huge.
Ducati meant nothing to me,but the way Fox said it implied it meant something tohim. Monster… seemedappropriate.
“Not doing it for you?” Foxasked, holding a helmet out to me. “Wecantake a cab. This’ll be faster,though.”
“I normally take the bus,” Isaid, still staring at the bike.
Fox asked me this morning ifI was comfortable riding on the back of a motorcycle.
I’d lied.
I’d never actually riddenone, ever.
I didn’t want to backout now, though. Not least of all because I had no idea when I’d get anotherchance.
Also because ItrustedFox. He’dshown me yesterday that he was trustworthy, and he was offering me anopportunity to do something new and fun.
“It’s bigger than Iexpected,” I added, accepting the helmet.
“I hear that a lot.” Foxgrinned at me.
Heat flared across my cheeksas I blushed. That would have been bad enough if Ihadn’twalked in on himin the shower yesterday.
His cock was also biggerthan I’dexpected. Not that I’d been expecting anything until I saw it.
I wasn’t sure if Foxwas seeing right through me or if he flirted with everyone.
I didn’t doubt for asecond that hedidhear that a lot, though.
A guilty rush of heat filledthe pit of my stomach as last night’s dream washed over me again. IknewFox couldn’t read my mind,but I was afraid that if I thought about it too much, it’d show on my face.
Which was ridiculous, but hewas meant to be a detective. They knew that kind of thing, didn’t they? SherlockHolmes would have known I’d had a sex dream about him from the dirt on my shoeor something.
… that didn’t make anysense. I was just afraid of getting busted, and Fox’s warm, cheerful flirtinesswasn’t helping.
“There are handles under theseat for you,” Fox said. “Hang onto them, or hang onto me, whatever makes youfeel safest. Lean the way I lean on the turns. We’ll take it nice and slow.Sound good?”
“Sounds good.” I nodded,blood still rushing in my ears. Everything Fox said rang with innuendo andsounded like the kind of thing he might have whispered to me in bed.
Not so much the part aboutthe handles, but the rest of it…
I followed Fox over to thebike and watched him swing a leg over with effortless grace, settling onto thefront part of the long leather seat.
I was going to have toscramble onto the back like a toddler. Why did he have the world’s biggest bike?
Okay, not the world’s biggest. Butfromhere,itsure as hell seemed that way.
Grabbing hold of the seat toclimb on proved too awkward, and squeezing myself between what I assumed was aluggage box on the back and Fox on the front was going to be difficult without…
Yeah. I could see how tosolve this problem, I just didn’twantto solve it that way.
