you a ride and save you the trip.”
O h, Lord! Danny inwardly groaned. If she got on the back of the beautiful beast he called a bike, she’d be pulling his clothes off within two blocks of the campus. “I don’t have my gear,” she pointed out, desperate to save her self-respect.
“No problem, the stuff you ordered from the shop came in. You should have everything you need right here,” he replied, holding up a large ba g with the distinctive logo of Smokey’s Cycles & Choppers on it.
“I don’t have my helmet,” she countered desperately.
“I brought a spare,” he came back, not trying to hide his grin.
“Damn it,” she whispered, leaning in close so only he could hear. “You’re not good for my sanity.”
“Now why’s that?” he asked with an arched eyebrow.
“You know very well why.” She shivered just thinking about it.
He tsked. “Now see, while you’ve been toiling away at work all day, I’ve had nothing but time on my hands, thinking about all the naughty things I was going to do to you tonight.”
“You need a job!” She blushed because she’d been having the same thoughts all day.
“That’s the perk about being the boss’s son.” He laughed but then sobered. “Seriously, I’m trying to get Dad to take it easy and let me do more, but since Mom died, he’s thrown himself into his work to keep busy. It really worries me, but you take my mind off my worries for a while, so come on and be a good girl and soothe my worried mind,” he coaxed, his charming grin sliding back in place.
Danny chewed her lip. You’re trying to be new and adventurous. The new Danny wouldn’t think twice about it, she told herself, but her inner voice argued back. It was very hard to be new and adventurous in the same old environment. That’s why you need to get out of here! t he little devil on her shoulder pointed out. And it was time for her to get off.
Determinedly, she came out from behind the safety of the counter, and grabbed the bag from him. Danny turned to her giggling assistants where they stood secretly watching from behind the stacks of microfiche. Catching their eyes, she nodded to the desk. “I’m going home, girls. Lock up for me.” Decision made, she headed to her small office to change.
* * * *
Thoroughly enjoying the view of her departing rear, Gabe leaned against the counter and waited. The two giggling girls made quick work of coming over to him. “So, uhm, are you Ms. D’s new boyfriend?” the blonde one asked.
Turning an amused smile on the pair, he nodded. “Something like that.” Okay, so he and Danny might not have actually discussed their relationship, but as far as he was concerned she was his. Plain and simple.
“Good, cause that jerk she used to go out with really dogged her, and she deserves a little fun.” This came from the brunette. “She’s a really sweet lady. I mean she’d have to be, to put up with us, so we don’t want to see her hurt.”
Gabe tried not to laugh at their sincere warning. It was a testament to Danny’s character that the normally self-absorbed college students were willing to stand up for her. It made him all the more protective. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He nodded seriously. “So this professor, he treated her pretty bad, huh?”
Blondie nodded. “Yeah, it’s pretty common knowledge that the creep had a policy of ‘Grades for Gummers’ if you catch my meaning.” She made a disgusted face as if the thought made her skin crawl. “But he had Ms. D snowed into thinking he was Prince Charming.”
“You know he would show up here and harp on her if she was dressed up the least little bit. Like one day, she had on this darling little suit, black with bright blue trim and cute little spiked heels. Looked really good on her, but I heard him fussing at her saying that they looked like hooker heels.” Miss Brunette scowled at the recollection. “Poor thing, she never wore it again.”
Gabe returned her scowl. He
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