Page 20 of The Prez’s Daughter

“You’ll be fine.”

She wrinkled her nose as he held out a helmet for her.

“Come on,” she said. “I’ve been riding on the backs of bikes since I was a kid.”

“I know, and if your dad ever finds out I took you out, he will be a little less pissed if he knows I took your safety seriously.”

“I spent hours on my hair.”

“And the curls will stay.” He winked at her.

She rolled her eyes but reached for the helmet, sliding it onto her head. She was going to be stubborn and not fasten the support clip, but she should have known better. Savage came in closer, and he made her heart rate speed up as he was so close, she smelled his cologne. It was sweet, yet woodsy, and she liked it.

“There,” he said. “Let’s try and not get me killed by your dad.” He patted the top of the helmet, and she rolled her eyes.

“Are you afraid of my dad?” she asked.

“Absolutely. I’ve seen what that man can do.”

She couldn’t help but laugh, and she moved in close. Savage climbed onto the bike, straddled his machine, and she moved in close, relishing the fact she had to touch him. It felt good. Securing her dress into place, she had no choice but to put her hands on him. She was gentle, but Savage grabbed her arms and forced her to hold onto him tightly.

“Sorry,” she said.

“I don’t want you falling off the back if I go over a speed bump.”

She smiled and hugged him tightly. Seconds later, he started the bike, and she had always enjoyed being on the back of her dad’s bike. That hadn’t changed. Even now, she loved being at Savage’s back, but for an entirely different reason. With her father, she was his daughter. That was all. With Savage, for a woman to ride at his back meant something.

Most old ladies rode on the back of their men’s bikes. It’s why her mother would always ride at her father’s back. However, she was starting to understand that the few times her mother didn’t, and she did, it was her father making a statement. Not that she could blame him, as her mother had numerous affairs and hadn’t made life easy for him.

She pushed those thoughts out of her mind and just enjoyed being with Savage. She didn’t need to think about her parents. All she had to do was focus on the two of them, seeing as that was most important at this moment.

They rode for a long time. She didn’t get tired at all; however, the helmet was a little annoying, as she wanted to feel the wind on her face. She didn’t take it off, and they finally arrived after a good hour’s drive to what appeared to be a bar. It was out in the middle of nowhere, but it looked like a really nice, family-style bar. There were tables outside and a parking area. Soft music played from inside, and there were a lot of couples and families.

She didn’t see any sign of other biker clubs. Savage parked in the back and held his hand for her to take as she shimmied off the bike. She didn’t fall on her ass, but that happened when she was a kid, until she had gotten used to being on the back of bikes.

Once she was steady, Savage didn’t let her hand go, and he turned off his ignition and climbed off. He surprised her even more by keeping hold of her hand and spinning her close, so she was constantly within touching distance. This meant a lot to her. It made her heart race, and in that moment, she was so freaking happy, she couldn’t help but smile.

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Savage knew he was crossing a great deal of boundaries doing what he did. If Doc ever found out, that would be the end of him. He didn’t think his Prez would remove him from the club, however, if this went any further with Charlotte, he would be able to kiss his time at the club goodbye. The guys would all see it as a betrayal.

He wasn’t fucking playing with Charlotte, though. He wasn’t looking to get a quick fuck out of her. He enjoyed spending time with her, and it was scaring him. From that moment at the fucking fair, he hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind. The need to protect her was so strong, he couldn’t even fathom his own feelings because of it.

He’d chosen this place as it didn’t have any motorcycle clubs close by. He would be able to come here, unnoticed, without wearing his patch. They would be able to have some fun without it getting back to Doc. Also, this was an actual date. Charlotte didn’t know that yet, but this was his very first date.

The smile on her lips made him so damn happy. All he ever wanted to do was make her happy. He was not a nice man. He had never had anything nice, other than the club, good things didn’t come to him. Savage had gotten used to a life that liked to shit on him from a great height. He knew life was hard, and that was one of the many reasons he was being careful with Charlotte.

They found a small table, and the waitress came over. He ordered the large burger with extra cheese, and the house special with the fries. Charlotte ordered the same, and the music had gone from a slow number to something quite fast. He noticed she kept looking toward the dance floor. Seeing as their table had already been registered, no one was waiting to take it.

“Come on,” he said, reaching for her hand.

“What?”

“It’s time to dance.”

“But our food?” she asked.

“We’ll see when it comes. I’m sure it’s going to take longer than a dance.”