Page 28 of Fairy Tale Lies
Jacob grimaced. “Thanks for the warning. He’s a real nice guy.”
“Sorry. Had I known you two were necking like teenagers, I’d have called to warn you. Anyway, Blake isn’t nice on his best day, and if he walked in on what I just did…unfortunate…”
“Unfortunate for him, not me.” Jacob gave a devil-may-care smile.
Could this be any more embarrassing?
Greta raised her voice over the two men, desperate to change the subject. “Wow, look at the time. Shall we call it a day?”
“Umm, it’s only four,” Allen said. “But hey, works for me. I’ve finished the important stuff.”
She cleared her throat and sat straighter, trying to appear professional. It was hard when she could still taste Jacob’s lips on hers.
“No. Sorry.”Idiot. “Jacob just got here. I’m sure he’d like to get to work.”
“I wouldn’t mind…if you agree to leave with me. I rode my motorcycle in today. We could go for a ride, or if you’re not a fan of bikes, there’s a park down the street we could walk to–”
“You have a bike? What kind?” Allen cut in.
“Triumph Bonneville. Worked on it throughout winter. Got it running last week.”
“You drove it wearing a suit and tie?” Greta wondered. Jacob on a motorcycle in a proper suit; hot. The vision was definitely making her warmer.
“Yup. Couldn’t resist riding on such a nice day.”
“If you don’t go, Greta, I’ll gladly take your place,” Allen said.
“No offense, man.” Jacob’s gaze bounced between Greta and Allen. “You’re not who I want to ride off into the sunset with.”
Allen laughed, shaking his head. “Agreed. You’re cute and all, but I like to wrap my arms around someone a little smaller…and without male parts. I was thinking more along the lines of you giving me a lesson. I’ve always wanted to learn.”
“Sure, why not?” Jacob agreed.
Greta interjected. “Right now?” Was she losing her impromptu date? “What happened tousgoing for a ride?”
“Oh, I didn’t mean I’d teach him right now, especially if you’re free.” Jacob’s gaze shifted to Allen. “Another time?”
“Sure, sure…pretty face comes along, and friends are forgotten.”
“Yeah, you called it.” Jacob chuckled, turning back to Greta. “You sure you want to go for a ride? If you’re afraid we could do something else.”
“Sure. Sounds like fun.” Butterflies tumbled around in her chest, slamming into her nerves. Flying down the road at high speed without the metal confines of a car was a terrifying image.
She didn’t want to wimp out, so she focused on a vision of wrapping her arms tightly around Jacob, her face resting against his strong back, and inhaling his tantalizing scent.
The image helped. It gave her the courage to stand, wave bye to Allen, and follow Jacob to his bike.
Chapter Twelve
The motorcycle was beautiful, matte black with a long, tan seat. The sight sent a tremor through Greta that was half fear, half anticipation. She pictured James Dean cruising the open highway on it. Of course, she’d rather not end up like Dean.
Though, he’d died in a car crash. Right?
Either way, she was asking Jacob to skip the highway.
He grabbed a helmet from the handlebars. Twisting around, he placed it gently on her head. “This might be a little big on you. Here, let me adjust the straps.”
His fingers grazed along her jaw while he worked the fastenings. This close, his light stubble enticed her, and his aftershave tickled her senses. It was nice.Reallynice.
