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I followed her, ignoring the guys in their flashy cars who complained with their windows down, but immediately fell silent when they realized who I was.
When I arrived at the parking lot, I looked for the black-and-red Ducati and quickly spotted it.
It was parked much too close to the black BMWs of the Transformed, but I wasn't about to back down now.
I parked next to her, and – as I did every morning – ignored all the girls staring at me. Except this time Nash and the other guys were waving at me too.
All my attention was focused on the woman, who now swung her leg over and slid off her motorcycle before unfastening her helmet.
I took off my helmet too, but remained seated, running my fingers through my hair, hoping that I didn't look completely exhausted after my night shift and our little race.
She pulled the helmet over her head.
Do I Wanna Know
(slowed to perfection) – TikTok Remix
TommyMuzzic, ZeddMusique
My breath caught, as violently as my heartbeat.
Dark blond, voluminous hair fell over her leather jacket. Thick eyelashes, amber-brown eyes, lips as full as her tits.
She turned toward me and froze as well when she spotted me.
It was that innocent look that made me hesitate. That goddamn sparkle in her beautiful eyes.
Her strangely pleasant scent reminded me of what she was, and I clenched my fists, angry at her, angry at myself, angry that I hadn't recognized her by her leather jacket.
“You...” I muttered through clenched teeth, but it sounded more like a growl than a normal word.
She seemed to have already recovered from her own shock because she… smiled playfully.
How dare she, damn it?
She really had a death wish.
Casually, she ran her fingers through her hair and turned to me.
“What's the matter, Wheeler?”
Had she just called me Wheeler?
“Can't you handle the fact that a woman can drive better than you?”
I got off my motorcycle and strode determinedly toward her.
People were already staring at us.
Larissa backed away, and it filled me with satisfaction that she was at least a little shorter than me.
She bumped into her motorcycle.
“This...” I said, pointing to the motorcycle. “Never happened.”
She looked up at me, and her sweet scent now filled my nose without restraint. Too late, I realized I couldn’t stop taking it in.
Larissa moved away from me, but I turned so I wouldn’t lose sight of her.
