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“They’re in my pocket, unless you want to come over here and fish them out?”he teased, daring me to do just that.

I wasn’t in the mood.“Toss them over.I’m driving home.”

German snorted as he reached into his pocket and clicked the fob to unlock the doors.“No, you’re not.”

Like always, I found my emotions totally out of whack whenever I was dealing with the hard-headed biker.“It’s my car,” I spat back, “and I want to drive it!”

He shrugged.“We’ll take my bike next time then.”

I hadn’t realized he’d ridden a motorcycle when he’d come to stay with us.I guess I’d never even thought about it.He’d just showed up out of nowhere and his larger-than-life presence just kind of overshadowed everything else.

The image of him on a bike swam into my mind’s eye then.Angry or not, I had to admit, the mental picture was a good one.Sexy.Dark.And fantasy fodder for later tonight if my already wet pussy had anything to say about it.But right now, I wasn’t going to let that shameless hussy drive me.Right now, my righteous indignation was in the driver’s seat.

Hands-on my hips, I tilted my head to the side.“Sure, whatever you say.But I am driving my car home today.”

That smug smile tugged at the corners of his full mouth.“You pissed about something, Babe?”

I hated his pet names for me.And I loved them.Never say the female mind was a simple thing.“Nope.I just want to drive my car, is all.”

“Tough shit,” he returned, coming around to the passenger side and swinging open my door.“When you’re with me, I drive.Get in.”

His stern words made my clit throb with need.“You’re a Neanderthal, you know that?”

“I do,” he returned without shame.“It’s half my charm.”

“Only half?”I said sarcastically.“I can’t wait to find out what the other half entails!”

His dark smile told me I wasn’t ready to see that side of him yet.“All in good time, Maddy,” he answered, his eyes telegraphing his twisted thoughts.“Now get in the car.”

Not wanting to make a scene at work, I walked around the hood of my car and reluctantly climbed into the passenger seat.German leaned in so close I could smell his aftershave mingled with his cologne.It was a rich, complex scent that made my stomach flip-flop and my breath stutter in my chest.Like the man was cobbled together from equal parts steel, leather, and pheromones, my body responded slavishly to his.Feeling light-headed and drugged, I sat there passively as he buckled me in like a child.Given our size difference, that analogy didn’t feel too far off.

As he lithely slipped back out of the car, his big hands grazed my thigh and I thought I actually might come on the spot.Jesus!What was wrong with me?I was acting like I’d been recently released from prison and he was the first male I’d seen in years!

Needing a distraction, I flicked on the radio and searched blindly for a station that fit my mood.When nothing met my standards, I turned the damn thing off altogether and decided to just stew in silence.Digging through my purse, I found the phone he gave me and began looking up apps to install so that I could ignore him properly the next time the need arose.

“Bad day at work?”he asked then, a twinkle in his whiskey-toned eyes.

I didn’t want to take the bait.I really didn’t, but he was just so… infuriating!I couldn’t help myself.“Something like that.”

“My day wasn’t so bad,” he persisted with a grin.

“I noticed,” I ground out, not wanting to talk about it.But also, wanting to talk about it so bad it hurt.I wanted to hear every detail that happened between Tish the tramp and him when I was out of earshot.

German smoothly passed the car on his right as he changed lanes.“That’s how it works, you know.”

Dropping my phone into my lap, I gave him my full attention.“How what works?”

“When somebody’s interested.They don’t wait months to ask you out.They just sack up and do it!”

So this was about Nathan?Was this asshole teaching me a lesson about dating?Well, I wasn’t interested in his lessons.Not this kind, anyway.There were a few others I’d be open to.But I wouldn’t let my mind linger too long on those erotic fantasies if I knew what was good for me.

“Thanks,” I groused, shooting icy daggers at him.“You’ve properly schooled me on how I’m a loser and can’t get a date.I hope that makes you feel better about yourself, Obi-Wan.”

German snorted.“That’s not what I said.Absolutely no one on planet Earth thinks you’re a loser, Maddy.”

I wasn’t so sure about that.He didn’t go to high school with a bunch of rich kids who simply couldn’t let a single day go by without reminding me I was the pale, redheaded kid who they lovingly called “fire crotch” whenever they wanted to bring me low.So yeah, I had my doubts about how cool I was.

“Whatever,” I returned, willing my frustration away before it led to tears.

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