“You sure know how to pick them,” I teased. “Can’t wait to hear how Devney acts.”
“You’ll be able to have a firsthand accounting,” he said. “Because I plan to be spending a lot of time with you.”
I frowned. “I work nights.”
“You can trade shifts and you know it,” he countered. “If you working nights was an issue for me. Which it’s not.”
“I can,” I agreed as he caught my hand and led me to his bike. “But I like working nights. They’re peaceful. Less stressful. And I don’t have to deal with people who can’t figure out that their computer is just unplugged.”
He snorted. “I’m sure you still get your share of bullshit on the night shift.”
I did.
He was right.
But…
“I like working in less complicated environments,” I pointed out. “I’m sorry, but I won’t be switching up my shifts any time soon.”
He sighed. “I guess I’ll have to make it work. You only work three nights a week anyway.”
That was true.
As promised, he strapped my bag down well to his bike, then swung his leg over the powerful machine.
What was also powerful was that thick thigh encased in tight, worn jeans that really made his thighs and ass look amazing.
I’d never been a thigh person before.
At least, not until I met Webber.
His thighs were as thick as my waist.
He could crush me with them if he wanted to…
“Hop on, baby girl.” He held out his hand. “Or are you scared?”
I snorted. “I’m not scared. I’m justifiably cautious.”
I’d only been on the back of a bike once before with Piers and that was only a very short ride.
I’d had the offers in the past, but I hadn’t taken anyone up on them because riding made me nervous.
That nervousness wasn’t there when I took his hand and planted my ass on the seat behind him.
“Justifiably cautious,” he said as he paused. “Hold on. Be right back.”
I frowned as he got off the bike and headed inside.
He came back out a few moments later with a leather jacket that looked to be brand new and a helmet that had me smiling wide.
It was bright pink with white daisies.
The leather jacket that he brought with him looked great, and I raised a brow when he got to me and pulled the tags off.
“Where’d those come from?” I asked warily.
He gritted his teeth and replied, “Figured if I could ever get you on the back of my bike, I’d be prepared.”