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alright riding
pillion?” he asked as they both made their way outside.
    “Of course...is
that it?” Aviva said, her gaze transfixed on the monster machine standing
before her. She’d never ridden on a motorbike before, and in all honesty, she
didn't really want to start now.
    “You’re sure you
know how to drive this thing?”
    “Are you calling
me a pussy who can't control a bike?” Jason was amused. She had just insulted
him and didn’t even realize it.
    “What are you
talking about? I said no…” Whatever else she had to say faded away into mumbles
as Jason pushed the spare helmet over her head, and moved it around to ensure
it was secure. When he looked back at her face, she was in mid eye roll, so he
flipped down the visor, cutting her off. He was definitely pissed off, but was
unsure if it was at himself or her seeming lack of trust in him. It was quite
possibly a mixture of the two, however now was not the time to decipher which
feeling took prominence.
    Flinging a long
leg over the bike, Jason told her to get on behind him. As she tentatively
positioned herself behind him, he used his cell to make the call Jake was
expecting. Disconnecting, Jason pulled on his own helmet and engaged the
ignition.
    “Hold on to my
waist,” he instructed. Her hesitation riling him even further.
    “Aviva, you need
to hold on to me if you don't want to fly off the end of this machine.”
    Slowly, Jason
felt her arms move against the side of his body, sneaking around his waist. At
her earlier aversion to touching him, he was surprised when she didn't just
clasp his jacket, rather she pressed her chest against his back and took hold
of her wrists which she held clasped tightly against his chest.
    What the hell was
going on with her? One minute she didn't want to touch him and the next she was
pressed up against him so tight he could feel the contours of her breasts even
through the thickness of both their jackets.
    Switching his
mind back to getting her to safety, Jason looked up and down the street,
ensuring it was safe before pulling out into the road. He could feel her
shaking, and he didn't know why. So for the sake of his sanity, he decided it
was due to her nerves at being on the back of the powerful motorbike.
    The London
traffic was a mess of black cabs, double-decker buses and a myriad of other
vehicles confined in a very small space, all driving on the wrong side of the
road. Even so, it didn't take them long to get back to the hotel. Jason noticed
a large truck nearing the turn he needed to get to the back of the hotel for
Aviva's drop off point. Increasing the throttle, weaving into the traffic, he
slipped behind the truck, which obscured them from anyone who might still be
watching the front of the hotel. Making a sharp left turn, he felt Aviva
tighten her grip, probably worried she’d be unseated.
    As soon as he
turned the corner, he began to slow the bike, unsure of the exact location of
the door he needed. Jake stepped out of the shadows and Jason came to a halt
beside him, nodding his head in acknowledgment of Jake’s inquiring look. All
had gone to plan.
    Aviva sat staring
at Jake. She was happy to see him but her helmet hid that fact. She was also
glad that Jason hadn't been alone while she was gone. He might not be willing
to admit it, but she was sure they had been of comfort and help to him.
    “Go with Jake, Aviva.
I'll be up in a little while,” Jason said, flipping up his visor so she could
hear him.
    Doing the same to
her own helmet, Aviva had no intention of following that instruction without
comment. “Why do I need to go with him? Where are you going? What are you going
to do?”
    “Just go with
Jake. I'll be up in a little while.” Jason didn’t want to waste time with long,
drawn out explanations while they were exposed in a back alley.
    Aviva started to
panic. Why was he being so evasive? Did he have some mad scheme of going after
the men who had held her captive? Well, Jake could get