wonky?"
"Big
time."
"Were
you at least able to take a nap?"
"It
wasn't my best, but I drifted off eventually."
"I
imagine the beds are pretty comfy at The Drake?"
"A
bit cold without you, but otherwise no complaints."
She
shook her head and stepped ahead of me into her lobby’s revolving door.
"Ugh,"
she groaned when she saw my bike beside the curb. "I forgot about the
helmet," she said, smoothing her hair down."
"It'll
be fine," I said, handing her the one hanging on the closer handlebar.
"We don't have far to go."
"Where
did you even get a second one?"
"I
bought it."
"You
bought it?" she asked. "When?"
"Earlier
today after you accepted my invitation to dinner."
"You
didn't have to do that," she said. "We could've taken a cab or
something."
"You're
acting like no one's ever bought you a helmet before."
"No
one ever has."
"Maybe
you've never met someone who's so keen to take you for a ride," I said,
letting my blatant innuendo hang in the air.
One
corner of her mouth curled up as she inspected the shiny black helmet inside
and out. "It's nice."
"It's
the best helmet money can buy for the only thing money can't buy."
"Which
is?"
"You,
of course."
She
squinted at me. "Are you saying you would buy me if you could?"
I
pulled my helmet off the opposite handle and unclipped it. "I'm saying I
think you're priceless."
She
glanced down at the ground, her eyelashes looking long against her
cheeks.
"And
that I'm prepared to woo you with my wit and charm alone."
"And
your body," she said. "Don't forget your body."
"I
do have a lot going for me, don't I?"
"Mostly
just your body," she said. "But I look forward to seeing your attempt
at charm."
I
raised my eyebrows and my mouth fell open. How dare she say she hadn't
recognized my charm up to this point?! I knew she was joking, but I wasn't
planning on her being so spirited out of the gates.
I
set my helmet on my head and reached for hers.
She
handed it to me without complaint.
I
unhooked the strap. "To be honest, I bought it because I'm hoping you'll
go for a lot more rides with me."
"I
guess that depends on how dinner goes."
“No
pressure,” I said, extending the helmet over her head.
She
reached up and rested her fingers over mine as I lowered it down.
Then
I leaned forward, clipping the clasp beneath her chin.
"Well?"
she asked. "Do I look like a member of Daft Punk?"
“Almost.”
I slid her visor down so her face was covered by the shiny black screen. "Now
you look like a member of Daft Punk."
Her
laugh echoed in her helmet, and she flipped the visor back open. "Up all
night to get lucky," she said. "That's me."
I
fixed my eyes on her bright face. "I can help with that, too."
She
rolled her eyes.
I
walked around to the other side of the bike and hopped on.
"I
think the closest 7/11 is on Trent and Washington in case you’re wondering,"
she said. "The fastest way is to go left at the third light."
"Very
funny," I said. "Unfortunately, we won't be having toasted cheese
sandwiches tonight."
She
made a pouty face.
"Now
hop on gorgeous."
"Yes,
sir," she said, swinging her leg over the bike and scooching up behind
me.
I
waited while she wrapped her arms around my chest. Then I pulled my visor down and
smiled to myself. I was already having more fun with her than I even
thought possible.
"Ready,"
she said behind me.
I
revved the engine and took off. I knew better than to think biking through the
city could ever be as much fun as the open road in Thailand, but I enjoyed
having her behind me as I cruised to dinner, taking the scenic route since I
hadn't had much time to get my bearings in the city yet.
Plus,
it's not like I was going to have trouble finding the place so I was happy to
get a bit lost in the