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asks like I’m seriously going to answer her.
    “Not having this discussion with you right now,” I say heading to open the door when she stops me.
    “Look, every guy isn’t going to be ‘the one’. Some guys are just meant to be good screws. That is why God put them on the planet! You’re a senior and haven’t even had the freshman experience,” she says, with a way-too-serious face.
    “And this Cal guy is like the perfect candidate,” she continues.
    I don’t even know where to start in how wrong this conversation is. “How do you know he’s even good in bed?” I ask her sarcastically.
    “Did you see how big his hands and feet are?” she says as if stating the obvious.
    “Okay, we’re going to go out there, and, Hillary—don’t stare at his feet anymore, please!” I say before opening the door.
    I walk out back into the living room to see Cal sitting on the couch on his phone.
    “We’ll have to take care of this later,” he says sternly into it and hangs up.
    “Girlfriend?” I say jokingly.
    He looks up at me. “Jealous?” he asks, a smile playing on his face.
    “You have a strange sense of humor,” I tell him. He winks at me before opening the door and allowing me to walk out ahead of him.
    “You two have fun,” Hillary sings out as we leave.
    "Have a good one," Cal says giving Hillary a little smile I'm sure that just made her day.
    “So, where are we headed today?” I ask him curiously as we walk outside.
    “You’ll see when we get there,” he replies leading me over to a beautiful, black motorcycle. I stop to admire the piece of sexy metal on wheels. It almost distracts me from the fact he hasn’t told me where we are going.
    “This is yours?” I ask surprised. I don’t know that much about bikes, but I do know that anything that reads Lamborghini on it doesn’t come cheap.
    “Lauren Brooks, meet Mrs. Scott,” He smiles proudly, patting her affectionately. Guys and their toys.
    “Well Mr. Scott. I tend to feel a tad bit more comfortable when I know where I am going with a stranger. Even one as tall and handsome as you,” I tell him honestly.
    He turns around and looks over at me, amused.
    “You think I’m trouble don’t you, Lauren?” he ask stepping closer to me leaving only inches between us. The same rush of heat I felt last time returns and runs through my body. I can’t help but swallow my nerves. I try to think of a way to say it without offending him. But, yes, I do think he’s trouble. I’m just not sure exactly what kind of trouble yet.
    “Are you?” I smile up at him playfully even though I’m nervous as hell. He cocks his head slightly to the right and pauses a moment as if he’s thinking about his answer.
    “Only as much as you want me to be,” A wicked grin rests on his face, and for some reason beyond me it excites me. Then his smile softens. “But I guarantee, you’re safe with me,” he says, and he seem genuine.
    “So, I can assume you’re not a serial killer, ax murderer, or crazy psycho?” I laugh now only a tiny bit apprehensive.
    “Only if I can assume you aren’t,” he retorts, getting on the bike.
    I scratch my head. I guess it’s now or never. I’m already downstairs with him and he is on a bike, not driving a big scary van...and he’s incredibly attractive.
    “You know how to get on?” he asks, noticing I’m just staring at him on the bike.
    “Yeah...well, I think so. I’ve never ridden a bike, well, motorcycle before,” I tell him skeptically.
    “Well, I’ll be glad to help you with your first time,” he says as I get on. I can’t help but feel excited, and we haven’t even pulled off yet.
    “So what now?” I ask as if I’m getting a lesson.
    “Don’t stick out your feet and hold on tight.” He hands me a helmet and I look at the ugly, bulky object. I imagine myself looking like the human fly with it on. Screw it you only live once. I shake my head, refusing it. He smiles with an arched brow as if he’s