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PartTwo

First Dates

First dates are like the warm-up round for your heart's grand performance. Embrace the awkwardness because every hilarious hiccup brings you one step closer to your romantic masterpiece.

Chapter2

Damien

CHOOSING THE DANGEROUS PATH

Idid it.I made the call. And now the elusive bad boy is on his coming to pick me up. I can’t help but wonder if this is the best decision I’ve ever made. After all, those ice-blue eyes and that slightly crooked grin have heartbreak written all over them. But tonight, my motto is “Be brave.” Or maybe it should be “brace yourself” — either way, I have a feeling this is going to be one wild ride.

I stand on the curb, fidgeting with the strap of my purse. The anticipation of our first date has me acting like a schoolgirl with a crush. I have to take a few steadying breaths to get my heart rate under control when the roar of his motorcycle engine cuts through the evening air. I feel a flutter in my chest at the sight of him in his leather jacket and jeans that cling tightly to his muscular thighs.

“Wow,” I mutter to myself as he parks the bike and removes his helmet, revealing his rugged, stubbled jawline and dark, tousled hair.

He catches my gaze and offers a crooked grin that sends a flood of warmth across my skin. Yeah, this is the best bad idea I’ve had in a very long time.

Damien’s confident stride brings him closer, and his masculine scent, an intoxicating blend of cologne mingled with the faint trace of sweat, awakens a longing within me I never knew existed.

“You look gorgeous, Bella,” he says, his voice deep and rough, filled with promises that threaten to unravel my entire world.

And I’m entirely prepared to let him unravel me, even if it’s only for a single night.Oh my god, when did I become so bad?I know exactly when — the second I laid eyes on Damien Blackwood.

“Are you ready?” he asks, a mischievous smirk on his lips. His gaze locks onto me like a cat watching a mouse, poised for the thrill of the chase as if he knows I might bolt at any moment.

But tonight, I’m not playing the mouse. I’m ready for anything Mr. Bad Boy Biker wants to throw my way.

I release an audible breath, and that smirk on his lips twitches in response. It dawns on me that I haven’t uttered a single word. Perhaps I’m more nervous than I’d like to admit.

“Are we taking that?” I nod towards his bike.

He chuckles and extends a hand toward me. “Your chariot for the evening, princess.”

I remind myself that tonight is about being brave, even if it entails riding on the back of a perilous metal beast. It’s the driver I should be more concerned about, because those intoxicating eyes of his are probably the more dangerous of the two.

I take his hand, and the moment his skin grazes mine, electricity courses through me.That smirk plays on his lips, and the look he gives me, smoldering and just plain hot, tells me he knows exactly the effect he’s having on me.

This is such a bad idea.

“Ready for an adventure, Bella?”

Nope.

“Absolutely,” I say with the most confidence I can muster.

As he helps me onto the bike I’m glad I opted for casual jeans instead of a dress.

I’ve never been on a motorcycle before, and the idea of straddling the sleek machine with my arms wrapped around Damien’s muscular chest is both thrilling and nerve-wracking.

Once I’m settled behind him, he hands me a helmet with a grin. “Safety first,” he says, his voice a low, velvety rumble.

There is nothingsafeabout any of this; my brain chimes in.

I take the helmet and slide it on, securing it with his help. Damien does the same and starts the engine. The vibrations beneath me as the motorcycle roars to life send shivers down my spine, and I won’t say what else it does to my body. But let’s say it has very similar results as Damien’s touch.

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