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some help?” he asked. When she peeked around the hood of the car, he couldn’t believe his eyes. Myles’s teacher stood there looking hot as hell. She had obviously been out for the night in her tight jeans and sexy tank that showed off her awesome tits. He was surprised at the twinge of jealousy he felt.
    “Mr. Bishop? Oh my god! I didn’t even hear you come up. This piece of junk just died on me. You own a repair shop, don’t you? Would you mind looking at it? I have no idea what’s wrong with it,” she asked with her hand on her hip.
    He held up his hand to stop her. “Enough with the Mr . It’s Bishop. Just Bishop,” he said firmly. “Now, what’s up with your car?”
    “Well, Bishop ,” Tessa said. Even under these circumstances she couldn’t hold back her smile. “I was driving home and all the lights went out. Everything just shut down. No lights. No radio. The damn thing just died. It won’t start back up, and it makes this weird ticking sound when I turn the key.”
    He climbed in the front seat and turned the key, and she was right. It looked like the battery was dead. He got out and checked all of her cables.
    “It looks like your alternator has gone out. Your battery is completely dead. Sorry, but it’s not going anywhere tonight. I can give you a lift home and have one of my guys fix it in the morning if you want,” he offered. He was hoping she would say yes. He’d like to have her up close to him tonight even if it was just for a ride on his bike.
    “That would be great. I’m sorry for the trouble, Bishop. I really appreciate it.” She watched him close the hood of her car. They grabbed her things and locked it up before heading to the bike. Bishop stowed her stuff and helped her onto the bike.
    “Ummm, but… I’ve never been on a motorcycle before, Bishop.”
    “Nothing to it, Teach. Just hold on and lean with the turns. I’m sure you’re a natural.” He guided her hands around his waist and said, “Hold on tight. Don’t be nervous. I’ll go slow since this is your first time. Now, where are we headed?”
    “I’m about six miles down on your right. Turn on Antioch Lane. It’s a brick house down by the lake. And don’t go too slow. I’ve been wanting to take a ride for a while now,” she said with a smile.
    Her perfume filled the air as they took off on the main road. Her grip tightened as he increased the speed, and he could hear her laugh from time to time as they passed cars along the way. Her body fit perfectly next to his, and she quickly fell into the rhythm of the ride. He was right; she was a natural. She felt good on his bike. He liked having her there.
 

    She had a nice place. The brick house had a wrap-around front porch with a white swing and a great view of the lake. He pulled into her driveway and helped her get off the bike.
    “That was incredible! I’ve always been so scared of motorcycles. I never dreamed I would actually ride one. I loved it. Thanks so much for bringing me home and helping me out,” she said bashfully.
    “No problem. We’ll have to do it again sometime.”
    “Would you like to come up for a drink? My kids are at my mother’s, so we can sit out on the porch and have a beer if you have time.”
    “Yeah, that sounds good. I’d like that.”
    He followed her up onto the porch and watched her go in the house. He decided to just wait for her outside. She quickly returned with two cold beers in her hands. She smiled up at him, handed him a beer, and motioned for him to sit with her on the swing.
    “You have a really nice place here. Great view of the lake.”
    “This used to be my parents’ place. They sold it to me after my divorce. It’s been great for the kids. They love to fish and swim out by the dock, but I’m partial to the porch and this swing. I love to sit out here at night and just have some time to myself,” she replied thoughtfully.
    “When did you get divorced?”
    “It was about two years ago, but things