Page 310 of The Tempted

A panty dropping, hooligan.

Five minutes later, he pulled up in front of my apartment and I climbed out of the truck, happy to be rid of him.

Even though he was easy on the eyes.

Despite he was a hot biker.

I slammed the door and marched my way toward my building, not turning back until I heard him call out.

“You’re fucking welcome,” he shouted out the window.

I spun on my heel, glaring at him over the rim of my glasses.

“I didn’t fucking thank you!”

“Now there’s an idea,” he replied, giving me that grin one last time before he peeled away from the curb.

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