Page 3 of Hot Rucking Canadian

A couple of guys were…unimpressed.

Johnnie and Roger quickly put them in their place. Probably helped Johnnie was captain of the team and Roger had been with the team the longest.

Wonderful, they were dedicated to setting me up with guys.

Only…they always picked the wrong kind of men.

Awkward.

The guy in the bar tonight? Oh, sweet Lord, all the right kind of guy.

Size didn’t matter to me. Looks absolutely never swayed me. No, I was looking for compatibility—as in me, wanting someone to tell me what to do. And, praying a little here, that he preferred to top.

I signaled and then turned into my parking garage.

He followed me into the underground.

I pointed to a visitor spot.

He gave a little nod and parked.

After I slid my own vehicle into a spot, I hustled to get out and make my way back to him.

He stood next to his sweet ride, with his helmet in his hands. His long, graying-brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail. His blue eyes sparkled mischief. His mouth turned up into a smile. Even his scar appeared less pronounced in the light of the garage. “You ready?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Great. You want to talk or just…?”

Of course I wanted to talk. Ialwayswanted to talk. But talking might derail this—whateverthiswas—and in no way was I going to risk that. “I’m good with action.”

He arched an eyebrow.

“Yes. That.”

“I’m going to have you screaming.” He pitched his voice low.

The garage was usually empty, but heat still crept into my cheeks as his words bounced off the concrete.

Then he moved closer. “I love that I can make you blush.”

I tried really hard not to sniff. He had a soap-and-water vibe to him. No cologne or false scent.

Much like me. “I’m on the ninth floor.”

“I like heights. There’s nothing quite like seeing the city from the top of the world.”

Unsure of what he meant, but also unwilling to wait much longer, I gestured to the entrance to the elevator lobby. We were two floors below ground, and so it would be eleven floors up. Eleven torturous floors.

“Yeah, let’s do this.” Another wicked grin.

He followed me, and I used my fob to get us to the elevators.

As always, neither elevator car was there, so we waited.

“I, uh, don’t know your name.”Right, like that’s not the dorkiest statement ever. Of course you don’t know his name…he hasn’t given it to you.

Yet he grinned. “Badarse.”

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