Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 75193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Then Wolf came up behind me, drawing my attention to his dark and dangerous face.
He really was beautiful.
Way hotter than any man I’d ever seen before.
But it was in a haunting, don’t get too close, kind of way.
Ridley was sexy, sure. But Wolf was to die for.
But he also gave off an ‘I’ll kill you’ vibe that I wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole.
And the tattoos were really disconcerting.
Not to mention he didn’t talk at all and happened to be Ridley’s best friend.
Something I’d learned through our lengthy text message conversations over the last months.
Ridley took my hand, capturing my attention once again, and pulled me into the store behind him, not letting me go the entire time.
He headed straight for the helmets, completely ignoring the salesperson who’d given him a greeting upon entering the store.
I waved at her, and she smiled politely at me.
It was nothing like the smile she’d given Ridley when he’d entered the building, though.
“Pick one,” Ridley ordered.
My eyes roamed over the multiple helmets, automatically stopping on the most girly one there.
It was black with hot pink swirls spanning the length of the helmet, and on top was neon pink spiked faux hair that was shaped into a Mohawk.
Then I saw the price and blanched.
My modest twenty-three dollars an hour wasn’t anything to sneeze at, but spending five hundred dollars on a helmet wasn’t something I could fathom.
Instead I looked at the cheaper black helmets meant for women, finally choosing the one that was cheapest.
It was plain black.
“This one,” I said.
Ridley looked at me, looked at the helmet I’d chosen, then shook his head.
Immediately his hand went to the one right next to the one I wanted, and I shook my head.
“No?” he asked. “Hot or cold.”
I smiled, shaking my head.
“Get her the one with the green swirls,” Peek suggested from across the store.
I shook my head again.
“I don’t like that one,” I lied.
I did, but I didn’t want it. It was three hundred dollars, and I still didn’t want to spend that much.
“This one?” he asked, pointing to the flowered one.
“Uh-uh,” I crossed my arms, trying not to crack the grin that was threatening the corners of my mouth.
“This one?” he asked, finally pointing at the one I really wanted.
My eyes must’ve lit or something because he grabbed it off the shelf, then immediately settled it onto my head.
I looked in the mirror, then laughed at my ridiculousness.
Admittedly, I did look pretty cute, but anybody would.
However, I couldn’t get this one.
I started to take it off, but he stopped me.
“Let me get it,” he said. “You look good in it.”
“You’re not paying for this,” I unvelcroed the strap.
He stopped me once again.
“I don’t think you realize it yet,” he said softly. “But you saved me by allowing me to leave that shithole a lot earlier than I expected. Let me get this for you. I owe you that.”
The look in his eyes stopped me from arguing, and I nodded my head.
“Okay,” I said softly.
He grinned and took my hand once again, leading me to the register.
He grabbed a pair of sunglasses that were on display next to the register, and placed them on the counter.
Then he reached forward and grabbed the price tag, ripping it easily off the helmet with such ease that I blinked.
I always hurt my hand when I tried to do that, but he’d done it as if it hadn’t even fazed him.
“That’ll be six hundred and two dollars,” the cashier said huskily.
I glared at the girl, sending her death rays with my eyes as well as ‘back off’ vibes.
She didn’t take the hint, leaning forward on the counter and handing him a pen as she did.
The move made her breasts squish together, allowing her shirt to gape open with the movement.
Ridley didn’t look.
Not even a little bit.
His eyes never strayed from the countertop as he signed the receipt, then handed it back to her while holding out his hand for the customer copy.
The cashier gently laid it in his hand. He wadded it into a ball and shoved it into his pocket before grabbing the glasses and tugging me along behind him as we left the store.
I had to practically run to keep up with him, but the smile I got from the rest of the guys when I came out of the shop’s front doors, being dragged by Ridley, was worth it.
“I like that one,” Wolf muttered, turning his back on us and mounting his bike.
He’d backed in directly beside Ridley, meaning he saw the smile that overtook my face when he looked over after cranking the bike up.
Once we reached Ridley’s bike, he ripped the tag off the glasses that were in his hand, then held them up to the sun to inspect them for smudges.
Once they passed inspection, he slipped them onto my face, pushing them in the middle to settle securely against my face.