Page 17 of The Billionaire's Ride

Chapter Eight

DREW

It’sdifficult to focus on the road when Kate’s holding onto me like I’m the most important man in the world. I feel her body cling to mine. Forget her phone, I’m taking her home right now. But I can’t. She’s a good girl. And this afternoon, I’ll be the perfect gentleman.

I slow the bike and ease up near the curb, before shutting off the ignition. I turn back to look at Kate. Her cheeks are flushed with a stunned impression. “Was it good for you?” I joke.

She bats her lashes and bites her lip. “It was exhilarating,” she says, breathless.

“Never did anything like that before, eh?” I ask, unfastening her helmet strap.

She bites back a laugh and shakes her head. I offer her my hand and help her climb off the seat. She yanks her skirt back into place, and I catch a glimpse of her black knickers.

Nothing I haven’t seen before.

“Come on, let’s go inside.” I nod in the direction of the brick shop with a row of high-arched windows—a frosted logo on each one. I place my hand on the small of her back and open the door for her. See. Perfect English gentleman.

Inside, high-top tables sport sleek laptops, tablets, and phones throughout the large, lofty space. The sun shines down through the glass ceiling and hits Kate’s high cheekbones perfectly. Should I capture it on camera? Nah, she wasn’t crazy about being in front of the camera yesterday. So I capture the moment in my mind instead.

“Hey, Drew.” A guy in a blue polo shirt approaches us. “Long time, no see.” It’s John, my tech guy.

“Hey, Johnny-boy. We need your help with something,” I say.

“Sure, what’s up?” He widens his stance and sticks out his tongue in thought.

I look to Kate. “Show him.” She hands over the broken phone. “Think you can fix it by the end of the day?”

John scrutinizes the screen. “Oh, yeah. I’ve seen worse. One hour okay?”

“Yeah, that would be amazing,” Kate replies with a wide smile.

“I’ll take care of it. See you in a bit.” John offers me a handshake.

“Thanks, mate,” I say, and he heads off, clutching her phone in his hand.

Kate looks up at me with a knit brow. “Doesn’t he need to get my information or something?”

“No. It’s like he said, he’ll take care of it.”

“How do you know that guy?” she asks.

“We box sometimes.”

“Box? As in puffy gloves and a ring?”

“That’s the one,” I say, watching her gaze trail over my body as if she’s wondering how I perform in the ring. Should I tell her I have the highest stamina? “So what would you like to do while we wait?” Please say go somewhere private. I might need more than an hour, though.

“Do you know of a place that sells art supplies? I think I want to get a new sketchbook.”

A sketchbook. How cute is that?

Yeah, I’m definitely never getting her in my bed. But knowing that makes me want her more. It’s not that often I don’t get what I want. For now, I’ll get Kate what she wants.

“I know just the place. It’s close. We can even walk there.”

She looks at me with those big green eyes and says, “No ride?”

I can’t help but huff a laugh. “You want to go for another ride?”

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