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car and she pretended her breath hadn't frozen in her throat. He was tall with broad heavy shoulders and dirty blond hair that glowed like gold in the sun. Her eyes drifted down and took in glimpses of his muscled chest through the tears of his white t-shirt.
“Oh--” she said, gathering her words, “yeah--I mean yes--it is. You know how it is, not too hot, not too cold, just right.”
“Goldilocks weather.” he said through an electric smile and then stepped forward, filling up Abbey's personal space and forcing her to shrink back. “But you know what's even better than a car like that on a day like this? A woman like you on one of those.” he pointed behind his back to his parked motorcycle. “You haven't tasted freedom 'till you've roared down the highway, feeling the wind scream past your ears...” he reached for her hand, “the rumble in between your legs. The feeling of wild power in your hands.”
Abbey blushed. “I... really don't do motorcycles.”
“No one does. It's a passion that chooses you, the longing to be free and untamed. Hogs are just how we reach that nirvana.” His hand swept up to her shoulder, sending excitement all along her arm. “I'm Micah.”
“I know.” she said without thought, regretting her instincts.
“Do you?” His eyebrows arched and he lowered his eyes to take a better look at her.
“I mean I've seen you on TV a few times.” she recovered and offered her hand. “I'm Abbey.” Her hand hung there for a moment and she felt the urge to look away from the laser focus in Micah's eyes. He was studying her, for what, she didn't know. An electric tension built up between the two in their silence and she knew that in any second she was going to break and run off.
But he broke the icy silence first with a powerful, hearty laugh. “Yep! I'm proud that our food drives and 'Race for Children' events keep us exposed.” Yes that's why you're on TV, you little devil. He paused and scanned her body as if he had seen it for the first time. “And also... for our more... adult events, a pretty lady always helps bring in more coin. All for charity, of course.”
Abbey was dressed in simple weathered jeans and a soft dark burgundy t-shirt that snapped in the wind. While not form fitting clothes, they did nothing to conceal her bountiful curves. She tried not to notice out of politeness his eyes taking in the rise of her backside, squeezed against her car window, but the man simply did not care.
He pulled out a cigarette and lit it in one fluid movement. “Heh, been a while since I've seen an ass like that. You should come with us, have some drinks, have a good time.”
Wow... he's forward. “I'm sorry, I'm busy.”
“Horseshit. You're dressed like it's your day off. I'm gonna guess you do the same boring crap every time you get a break from the cubicle and soul sucking fluorescent lights.” He stepped closer and placed both his hands around her hips, drawing her in. “You've played out this day a hundred times in the past. Destined to play it a hundred times more. But today... today you break the grind. The sameness.”
His hands grabbed her by the bottom and forced her forward against his groin. Abbey wasn't sure if the hardness she felt came from the fold in his jeans or something else. Is he for real? She'd never been with a man so forward and honest with his intentions. “I... I can't leave my car here.”
He rocked her forward a little more, to the point where the very edge of her round breasts grazed against his hard chest. “Sure you can. I own this place. I own everything.” His blazing blue eyes poured dangerous intent into hers. She didn't miss his unspoken meaning. He owns me too.
From the corner of her eyes she saw an innocuous white van peel out from the shade across the street and motor down the road. Surveillance . “Well then, I guess I could go for a bit of fun...” If the MPD team had seen
“Oh--” she said, gathering her words, “yeah--I mean yes--it is. You know how it is, not too hot, not too cold, just right.”
“Goldilocks weather.” he said through an electric smile and then stepped forward, filling up Abbey's personal space and forcing her to shrink back. “But you know what's even better than a car like that on a day like this? A woman like you on one of those.” he pointed behind his back to his parked motorcycle. “You haven't tasted freedom 'till you've roared down the highway, feeling the wind scream past your ears...” he reached for her hand, “the rumble in between your legs. The feeling of wild power in your hands.”
Abbey blushed. “I... really don't do motorcycles.”
“No one does. It's a passion that chooses you, the longing to be free and untamed. Hogs are just how we reach that nirvana.” His hand swept up to her shoulder, sending excitement all along her arm. “I'm Micah.”
“I know.” she said without thought, regretting her instincts.
“Do you?” His eyebrows arched and he lowered his eyes to take a better look at her.
“I mean I've seen you on TV a few times.” she recovered and offered her hand. “I'm Abbey.” Her hand hung there for a moment and she felt the urge to look away from the laser focus in Micah's eyes. He was studying her, for what, she didn't know. An electric tension built up between the two in their silence and she knew that in any second she was going to break and run off.
But he broke the icy silence first with a powerful, hearty laugh. “Yep! I'm proud that our food drives and 'Race for Children' events keep us exposed.” Yes that's why you're on TV, you little devil. He paused and scanned her body as if he had seen it for the first time. “And also... for our more... adult events, a pretty lady always helps bring in more coin. All for charity, of course.”
Abbey was dressed in simple weathered jeans and a soft dark burgundy t-shirt that snapped in the wind. While not form fitting clothes, they did nothing to conceal her bountiful curves. She tried not to notice out of politeness his eyes taking in the rise of her backside, squeezed against her car window, but the man simply did not care.
He pulled out a cigarette and lit it in one fluid movement. “Heh, been a while since I've seen an ass like that. You should come with us, have some drinks, have a good time.”
Wow... he's forward. “I'm sorry, I'm busy.”
“Horseshit. You're dressed like it's your day off. I'm gonna guess you do the same boring crap every time you get a break from the cubicle and soul sucking fluorescent lights.” He stepped closer and placed both his hands around her hips, drawing her in. “You've played out this day a hundred times in the past. Destined to play it a hundred times more. But today... today you break the grind. The sameness.”
His hands grabbed her by the bottom and forced her forward against his groin. Abbey wasn't sure if the hardness she felt came from the fold in his jeans or something else. Is he for real? She'd never been with a man so forward and honest with his intentions. “I... I can't leave my car here.”
He rocked her forward a little more, to the point where the very edge of her round breasts grazed against his hard chest. “Sure you can. I own this place. I own everything.” His blazing blue eyes poured dangerous intent into hers. She didn't miss his unspoken meaning. He owns me too.
From the corner of her eyes she saw an innocuous white van peel out from the shade across the street and motor down the road. Surveillance . “Well then, I guess I could go for a bit of fun...” If the MPD team had seen
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