to this because he wants our business to do well. He’s doing this for you because you’re his friend … and Leo is his best friend.”
“All righty. If you say so.” She smiles and quickly goes back to her various drawings.
I huff and leave her to her work. I don’t want to discuss this new wrinkle in my stay-away-from-Cooper plan.
I retrieve the frigid credit card from the freezer, grab my purse, and head out the front door in time to see Cooper arriving. He comes up the dirt driveway, straddling his hog with the whole package: sunglasses, black helmet, faded jeans, and a white T-shirt. On top of that, he’s got a sexy, wide smile. What woman wouldn’t want this man picking her up for a … a friendly shopping excursion?
Seven
Cooper gets off his Harley in one sleek motion of grace and power and hands me an extra helmet from the back of the bike.
“So, you don’t mind riding on my bike?” he asks, lifting his shades and studying me from head to toe before settling on my face.
He’s noticed that I don’t resemble the French fry girl from earlier. My ponytail is gone, and my hair has been freshly washed and styled in long, loose waves. My skinny jeans show off my nice ankles, the only part of me that never gains weight, and I’m wearing my ballerina flats which are more flattering than the black running shoes I wear at work. And, yes, I have highlighted my eyes with liner and eye shadow and worked some magic on my chapped lips. No cleavage, but from Cooper’s reaction, I’ve managed to transform the pissy waitress into a more pleasant, feminine version of that chick.
“Why would I mind riding on your bike?” I ask, strapping the helmet on.
“Some women get nervous on my … on these things. They’re loud and …”
“Pfft! Your bike is the only reason I agreed to go with you to this auction.”
Cooper smiles. “I told you to be ready, but I don’t think you ever agreed.”
“Well, I’m ready, so let’s go before I change my mind.”
Once Cooper swings his leg back on his bike, he revs it up for show. “Hop on and hold on tight, baby.”
“Don’t call me that,” I say as I slip on my sunglasses.
He chuckles seductively, and just for that, I wrap my arms around him extra tight. Although, instead of holding his waist, I have one arm across his stomach and the other across his chest. It’s sort of an erotic stranglehold.
Sometimes, I like to call guys on their flirty behavior, and for the most part, they’re generally surprised. Cooper’s no exception. I feel him startle under my groping hands, and then he exhales slowly as if to calm himself.
When we hit the county road at top speed, I lean as close as I can to his ear. “Oooh, I’m so scared!” I shout into the wind then feel Cooper’s booming laugh under my hands as every hard muscle vibrates.
It takes us a good forty minutes to find the stately home outside of Woodstock. Whoever lived here had money; the Victorian house and immaculate grounds have been well preserved.
I let go of Cooper’s warm body and swing myself off the bike, which is not easy to do in snug, skinny jeans. My legs still feel hot and wobbly from the reverberations of the bike; as a result, I do a full-length stretch and arch as I take in the surroundings of the home; the landscaping; and all the cars that are parked in the large, semi-circle driveway. As I stand up again, Cooper is suddenly in front of me, gently removing my sunglasses. It’s a completely innocent, helpful gesture, but as his fingers graze my face, my eyes pause a little too long on his.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asks in a low voice.
“The ride was fine,” I reply, my gaze going from his eyes to his lips. I must have a dazed expression because Cooper begins unfastening my helmet.
“Let me get this for you.” His voice draws my attention back to his beautiful eyes.
Of course, everything about him is gorgeous in the setting sun on a glorious spring
“All righty. If you say so.” She smiles and quickly goes back to her various drawings.
I huff and leave her to her work. I don’t want to discuss this new wrinkle in my stay-away-from-Cooper plan.
I retrieve the frigid credit card from the freezer, grab my purse, and head out the front door in time to see Cooper arriving. He comes up the dirt driveway, straddling his hog with the whole package: sunglasses, black helmet, faded jeans, and a white T-shirt. On top of that, he’s got a sexy, wide smile. What woman wouldn’t want this man picking her up for a … a friendly shopping excursion?
Seven
Cooper gets off his Harley in one sleek motion of grace and power and hands me an extra helmet from the back of the bike.
“So, you don’t mind riding on my bike?” he asks, lifting his shades and studying me from head to toe before settling on my face.
He’s noticed that I don’t resemble the French fry girl from earlier. My ponytail is gone, and my hair has been freshly washed and styled in long, loose waves. My skinny jeans show off my nice ankles, the only part of me that never gains weight, and I’m wearing my ballerina flats which are more flattering than the black running shoes I wear at work. And, yes, I have highlighted my eyes with liner and eye shadow and worked some magic on my chapped lips. No cleavage, but from Cooper’s reaction, I’ve managed to transform the pissy waitress into a more pleasant, feminine version of that chick.
“Why would I mind riding on your bike?” I ask, strapping the helmet on.
“Some women get nervous on my … on these things. They’re loud and …”
“Pfft! Your bike is the only reason I agreed to go with you to this auction.”
Cooper smiles. “I told you to be ready, but I don’t think you ever agreed.”
“Well, I’m ready, so let’s go before I change my mind.”
Once Cooper swings his leg back on his bike, he revs it up for show. “Hop on and hold on tight, baby.”
“Don’t call me that,” I say as I slip on my sunglasses.
He chuckles seductively, and just for that, I wrap my arms around him extra tight. Although, instead of holding his waist, I have one arm across his stomach and the other across his chest. It’s sort of an erotic stranglehold.
Sometimes, I like to call guys on their flirty behavior, and for the most part, they’re generally surprised. Cooper’s no exception. I feel him startle under my groping hands, and then he exhales slowly as if to calm himself.
When we hit the county road at top speed, I lean as close as I can to his ear. “Oooh, I’m so scared!” I shout into the wind then feel Cooper’s booming laugh under my hands as every hard muscle vibrates.
It takes us a good forty minutes to find the stately home outside of Woodstock. Whoever lived here had money; the Victorian house and immaculate grounds have been well preserved.
I let go of Cooper’s warm body and swing myself off the bike, which is not easy to do in snug, skinny jeans. My legs still feel hot and wobbly from the reverberations of the bike; as a result, I do a full-length stretch and arch as I take in the surroundings of the home; the landscaping; and all the cars that are parked in the large, semi-circle driveway. As I stand up again, Cooper is suddenly in front of me, gently removing my sunglasses. It’s a completely innocent, helpful gesture, but as his fingers graze my face, my eyes pause a little too long on his.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he asks in a low voice.
“The ride was fine,” I reply, my gaze going from his eyes to his lips. I must have a dazed expression because Cooper begins unfastening my helmet.
“Let me get this for you.” His voice draws my attention back to his beautiful eyes.
Of course, everything about him is gorgeous in the setting sun on a glorious spring
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