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was
nothing.”
    “When another man puts his fuckin’ hands on
you, it is always somethin’. From what Gunner says, he was pretty
rough. Still wanna know why you didn’t call me?”
    “Well, I don’t know your number and I didn’t
exactly have a telephone book on hand,” I answer, sounding snarky.
I don’t know why, but his lips turn into a slight smile as I say
this. “Besides, it was nothing I couldn’t handle,” I add.
    “No babe, you should never have to put up
with that shit. Did you make a report at the office?”
    “No, I don’t think he will be talking to me
again.” Thank God “So his name is Gunner? I call him Sasquatch!”
Ryder throws his head back and has the most amazing laugh I have
ever heard.
    “Only you can take me out of a pissed off
vibe and make me laugh.” Oh my God. I love sweet Ryder.
    “Well, I am glad I amuse you, but I really
think that name would fit him better.”
    “Why don’t I take you out to dinner?”
    “OK.”
    “We can come back for your car after.”
    He takes me by the hand and leads me to his
bike where he passes me my helmet. I put it on and climbed on the
back of the bike with my legs and groin hugging Ryder’s ass, and my
hands held tight around his abs. Wow they feel
a-fucking-mazing.

Chapter 6
A Longer Night
    Ryder and I have finished dinner and he
dropped me off to get my car. We are now heading back to his house
for the evening. He pulls into the driveway behind me and shuts his
Harley off. As I am getting out of my car, Ryder walks over to me,
putting one arm around my back and one arm under my knees and picks
me up. This makes me giggle.
    “Fuck, you’re adorable,” he says, smiling
down at me.
    “What?” I ask, confused.
    “When you giggle, your nose scrunches up and
you look and sound fuckin’ adorable.” I can’t believe it. Big bad,
biker dude Ryder thinks that I’m adorable.
    He carries me into the house and sets me down
on my feet and gives me a kiss on the forehead. “Go get ready for
bed, babe. You gotta early rise again tomorrow,” he says, walking
towards the television in the living room.
    “What are you going to do?” I ask.
    “Watch some TV,” he says, lying down on the
sofa.
    As he is turning the television on with the
remote control, I say, “Good night, Ryder. I know I’ve said it
before, but thanks again for everything.”
    He mumbles, “No problem, babe. Now go get
your pretty, little ass ready for bed.”
    I notice that Ryder doesn’t say good night in
return. I won’t lie and say that this doesn’t bother me because it totally does. I turn and walk towards his bedroom to get
ready for bed.
    I once again do my nightly rituals and decide
to wear my pink, lacy boy shorts and tank top to bed. I was a
little warm last night wearing pajama pants. I climb in the huge,
comfy king-size bed.
    I’m not really sleepy, so I decide to take
out my eReader and read for a while. I’m really immersed in my
book, when the bedroom door opens. Ryder walks in the bedroom and
grabs something from his dresser drawer, then walks to the bathroom
and shuts the door.
    A couple of minutes later he emerges, wearing
a pair of boxer shorts that ride indecently low on his hips. I
think I actually have to pick my jaw up off of the floor. He starts
walking in the direction of the bed. Oh my God, what is he doing?
He reaches for the comforter.
    “W-What are you doing?” I stammer.
    “Goin’ to bed,” he responds.
    “No, you’re not.”
    “Ella, babe. The sofa sucks ass. There’s no
way I’m fuckin’ sleepin’ there again.”
    “What about your spare room?”
    “The spare room isn’t actually a bedroom. I
turned it into a gym instead.”
    “I don’t care. We are so not sleeping in the
same bed,” I say, sounding panicky.
    “It’s my bed, sunshine. If I wanna sleep in
it, I’m gonna. Relax. I’m not gonna try anything with you. Just
sleep. I promise.”
    “Okay, I guess,” I say, through a sigh.
    I put my eReader on the