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flirting and “going for it” went down like a deflating
balloon.
    Who was she kidding?
    She couldn’t flirt to save her life, let alone flirt
with someone as hot as Josh. Sammy dropped her shoulders as her confidence
plummeted. The heat from her cheeks pulsed and Sammy let her hair fall around
her face creating the comfortable barrier she was so used to hiding behind. How
mortifying.
    “You ready for dinner?” He asked, his deep, sexy
voice making her heart leap painfully.
    “Uh, yeah.” Sammy nodded and reached for calm, she kept her eyes low and continued past him
in an effort to look normal and not as though he affected her. Yeah, right, Sam. The way your cheeks are
burning, even a blind man would see.
    “I’ll walk with you then, I was just heading out to
my bike. I forgot my wallet.” He was so cool as he
walked beside her, Sammy envied his easy nature. His thumbs were tucked in his
jeans, the bike keys dangling from his finger as he moved down the stairs and
the small corridor. Sammy caught a glimpse of a tattoo on his wrist and turned
her head so she could see more. She loved tattoo’s, especially on a fit,
muscular body. A body Josh clearly had. The pattern, in bold black, wrapped
around his wrist and up his arm, and from what she could see, it went all the
way up his bicep and under his t-shirt. What she wouldn’t give to be able to
follow the tattoo all the way.
    “I love your bike, by the way.” He said as they
moved down the stairs.
    The compliment was enough to make her lift her head
and look at him in surprise. She loved her bike, was as proud of it as if it were a child, and for him to mention it, well, it felt good.
    “Thank you. I saved a long time for it.” She’d saved
for six months and took out a small bank loan to be able to afford it. She had
planned on saving all the money herself, but she had been too impatient to
wait. Sammy had shook with giddy excitement when she
handed over the cash for it. The day her father died, Sammy decided to live,
and the idea of riding and owning a bike had been part of that. She’d never
expected to love it the way she did. She never expected to dream of the rush
all week at work, just waiting for the time she could get on her bike and
become someone other than the boring math teacher she was.
    Sammy was bored and unfulfilled no more, Sammy was a
biker—and she loved it.
    “I’ll bet , it’s a nice
machine.” He drawled in an appreciative tone.
    She believed him too. The way his dark brows lifted,
she could see that he was telling her the truth.
    “I like yours, too.” The big black machine he rode was
lovely, all sleek and sexy, just like its rider. Sammy didn’t yet know all of
the bikes on the road, but the way she was reading through the biker magazines,
it wouldn’t be too long before she did. She prided knowledge, even if it did
condemn her as a geek. Sammy long ago accepted her geek status.
    “Thanks. I have that one and a Suzuki GSXR, too.”
    “Wow.” Sammy raised her eyebrows, impressed by what
he owned. She’d considered a GSXR, but it had been too big for her small
stature. Her Ducati was small and perfect for her size, but Sammy still pouted
a little when she couldn’t even test ride a GSXR.
    He shot her a devastating smile, and Sammy suddenly
remembered that she was looking at him. A pulse beat in her chest and her
cheeks flamed again. Josh opened the door that led to the bar for her and she
stepped through.
    “I’ll be back in a mo’, Just going to get my wallet.”
    “Okay.” Sammy said and tipped her head in a small
nod.
    He turned and the door swung closed behind him, and
Sammy could swear all of the cozy heat went with him. She looked into the dimly
lit dining room and scanned for a seat. In the corner there was a small bar
with a stout man behind it, smiling at her expectantly.
    “Can I get you a drink, love?” he asked.
    Sammy smiled and nodded in response . Oh, yes, a drink was just what she needed. And then,