But I chose to let her have the space, not wanting to push her.
I started the bike with a roar, and she reached forward, throwing her arms around my waist.
The distance remained, but the feel of her arms around my chest was enough to warm me anyway.
When we got to the venue, I parked my bike near the front in a space that was designated for motorcycles and tiny vehicles only.
The positive thing about the parking spots was that we were close to the venue’s entrance.
The negative thing about the parking spot was that we were close to the VIP line where the upper crust of society dropped their cars off to be valeted.
I immediately spotted four such VIPs that I didn’t want to have anything to do with.
“What’s wrong?” Baker asked.
I cleared my throat and pulled my helmet off.
“Shitty people that act like they’re good people when they’re anything but,” I answered as I placed the helmet on the seat and reached for hers.
My eyes once again flashed between her legs, and I confirmed that it was, indeed, white silk underneath her tight as sin skirt.
She pulled her own helmet off and dropped it between her legs.
With my view now cut off, I fumbled with the silk bonnet she was wearing and untied it for her.
She pulled it off of her head, and I grinned.
“Keely gets bonus points for the bonnet.” I smiled. “Your hair still looks perfect.”
Baker’s face flushed as she tucked the bonnet into the hole of her helmet and reached for me.
I took her hand and helped her down, once again getting that same flash of white silk.
With my eyes on hers, I helped her skim the skirt into place and inwardly grinned when her face flushed once again.
Just when I was about to open my mouth and tell her she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, a shadow moved behind the bike, and I instinctively moved to put Baker behind me.
The shadow moved into the light, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
“What the heck was that?” Baker asked.
I stepped to the side and allowed her to get a good look at the man in front of me.
“Apollo, hey,” Baker said. “Where’d you come from?”
“The building over there.” He jerked his head toward the one behind him. “What are you doing at that event?”
My brows furrowed. “Takin’ Baker. It’s her best friend from high school that’s gettin’ married. Since Joey, her ex, is going to be here, she asked me to come be a buffer in case he acts a fool.”
Baker shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot, not confirming or denying.
But I saw that she wanted to say something.
She hadn’t known that I knew why she’d asked me here.
“Fuck,” Apollo said. “I need a favor.”
“What?” Baker asked.
