machine you’ve got there,” she said as she looked at the Harley. She put her hand on the handlebars and caressed them slowly, her eyes never leaving his. “Street 750,” she said finally.
“You know your engines,” the man said.
“Engines have been my whole life,” she said looking at him.
“Trace Wilkes,” he said stretching his hand to her. She looked at his hand for a long minute (almost as if she was trying to decide whether she wanted to take it or not) before she shook it.
“Alexa Saunders,” she said as she pulled her hand away.
“How about we go down to the diner and get something to eat?” Trace asked. Alexa looked at him and shook her head.
“I kind of have dinner plans already,” she said before she walked away towards one of the building blocks.
“Like to play hard to get, huh?” Trace called after her. Alexa smiled but she did not turn. She walked right up to her room, knowing full well that Trace was watching her swaying hips. She loved the room she always stayed in at the Ripples. It overlooked the lake down below and had lots of natural light. It was also the only room with a hot tub out on the back porch. The presidential suite, Rob liked to call it. When she got into the room, she walked over to the bed and dumped her helmet and backpack and then sat on the bed to take off her boots. She then took off her leather attire and walked to the shower, where she stood under the running water for a long time before she began soaping herself up. She was barely done soaping up when she heard a knock on her door.
“Oh Rob, you always had the worst timing,” she thought as she turned off the water and step out of the bathroom. She put on a bathrobe and dried her face with its corner as she walked to the door. “Hey Rob, I was just…” her words trailed off when she saw Trace standing at her doorstep.
“Hello again,” he said smiling.
“Hi…this is not a very good time as you can see,” she said looking at Trace who was holding up a bottle of single malt scotch. “It is not a good time for that either,” she said.
“One drink and then I’ll go,” he said. Alexa looked into his eyes and without knowing it, she smiled. She loved his persistence, the way he came after her with such zeal. She liked that in a man. She stepped aside and let him in.
“One drink,” she said as she closed the door. “Give me a minute.” She walked back to the bathroom and started the shower again, standing under the running water. She did not see any reason why she should have to put her bath on hold just because Trace ‘macho man’ Wilkes thought he could drop by unannounced. When she was done, she took her time oiling her body and drying her hair before she put on the robe again and walked out of the bathroom. Trace was on the back porch looking at the hot tub.
“I must say, your room is far better than mine. Is there some kind of deal you made with the management?” he asked. Alexa smiled and shook her head.
“Ripples is just…part of me,” she said. Trace turned around and looked at her.
“Like the road is?” he asked. She shrugged and nodded.
“So, you’re here. Let’s have our one drink,” she said as she took a glass from the table in the middle of the room. She picked up the bottle of scotch and looked at it for a long time before she looked up. “Good year,” she said as she opened the bottle.
“You know, now that I look at you, you don’t look like a scotch girl,” he said as she poured him a drink. She pushed the glass towards him and sat down. She took a long gulp of the scotch. “I guess I was wrong,” he said when she took another big gulp and looked at him.
“So is this what you always do? Get a girl drunk so that you can have her as you will?” she asked. Trace laughed and shook his head.
“I don’t need to get a girl drunk to do with her as I will. If I want a girl, I usually
“You know your engines,” the man said.
“Engines have been my whole life,” she said looking at him.
“Trace Wilkes,” he said stretching his hand to her. She looked at his hand for a long minute (almost as if she was trying to decide whether she wanted to take it or not) before she shook it.
“Alexa Saunders,” she said as she pulled her hand away.
“How about we go down to the diner and get something to eat?” Trace asked. Alexa looked at him and shook her head.
“I kind of have dinner plans already,” she said before she walked away towards one of the building blocks.
“Like to play hard to get, huh?” Trace called after her. Alexa smiled but she did not turn. She walked right up to her room, knowing full well that Trace was watching her swaying hips. She loved the room she always stayed in at the Ripples. It overlooked the lake down below and had lots of natural light. It was also the only room with a hot tub out on the back porch. The presidential suite, Rob liked to call it. When she got into the room, she walked over to the bed and dumped her helmet and backpack and then sat on the bed to take off her boots. She then took off her leather attire and walked to the shower, where she stood under the running water for a long time before she began soaping herself up. She was barely done soaping up when she heard a knock on her door.
“Oh Rob, you always had the worst timing,” she thought as she turned off the water and step out of the bathroom. She put on a bathrobe and dried her face with its corner as she walked to the door. “Hey Rob, I was just…” her words trailed off when she saw Trace standing at her doorstep.
“Hello again,” he said smiling.
“Hi…this is not a very good time as you can see,” she said looking at Trace who was holding up a bottle of single malt scotch. “It is not a good time for that either,” she said.
“One drink and then I’ll go,” he said. Alexa looked into his eyes and without knowing it, she smiled. She loved his persistence, the way he came after her with such zeal. She liked that in a man. She stepped aside and let him in.
“One drink,” she said as she closed the door. “Give me a minute.” She walked back to the bathroom and started the shower again, standing under the running water. She did not see any reason why she should have to put her bath on hold just because Trace ‘macho man’ Wilkes thought he could drop by unannounced. When she was done, she took her time oiling her body and drying her hair before she put on the robe again and walked out of the bathroom. Trace was on the back porch looking at the hot tub.
“I must say, your room is far better than mine. Is there some kind of deal you made with the management?” he asked. Alexa smiled and shook her head.
“Ripples is just…part of me,” she said. Trace turned around and looked at her.
“Like the road is?” he asked. She shrugged and nodded.
“So, you’re here. Let’s have our one drink,” she said as she took a glass from the table in the middle of the room. She picked up the bottle of scotch and looked at it for a long time before she looked up. “Good year,” she said as she opened the bottle.
“You know, now that I look at you, you don’t look like a scotch girl,” he said as she poured him a drink. She pushed the glass towards him and sat down. She took a long gulp of the scotch. “I guess I was wrong,” he said when she took another big gulp and looked at him.
“So is this what you always do? Get a girl drunk so that you can have her as you will?” she asked. Trace laughed and shook his head.
“I don’t need to get a girl drunk to do with her as I will. If I want a girl, I usually
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