The Rider's Dangerous Embrace (An Interracial Bad Boy Romance Story) by Nicole Jordan Page A
Authors: Nicole Jordan
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expressway compared to the previous trail. She didn’t realize the complex was so large. This whole world was here and she didn’t even know what she had. It felt like it was beyond her. The past six months wore her down, and she felt too defeated to really get involved in the business. Until now. Until Luke.
She leaned against his solid form and refused to move away even as the road leveled out. She felt a bit warm at the thought of his body against hers. Separated by only a few layers of clothing. Especially now that she knew what he felt like. Looked like.
“You alright?” He asked, shifting in his seat, gripping the steering wheel just a little tighter.
She wasn’t the only one affected.
“Yeah. I’m fine. But I’d rather be safe than sorry.”
His free arm tightened around her, the smirk returning to his face. The lines between business and pleasure were definitely blurred.
That didn’t take long.
He drove the road like he had driven it a million times before. There was something there. A confidence she couldn’t quite place. A knowing smile. A bit too much understanding.
Who was he?
She was still learning how to run everything, on a more professional level. But she could tell that he knew exactly what he was doing. Why hadn’t he been picked up before? Surely her father knew of him before his death. Knew about his talents. He trained here, had a lot of his moves. Worked the area like it was his own. He knew it better than she did.
She may not have been as experienced, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. She had interned with her father and been to the complex a few times, but other than the tours, she spent all of her time in the main office. Which was down with the equines.
“It is almost five miles total between the Equine and Bull Riding Facility. We have some time. The men will be glad to see the new owner. Try to act like you know the area. Bonus points for any names you remember. Accurately, that is.” He was serious as he explained this to her, but it still stung.
Her blood boiled and she pushed away from him, trying to escape to the other side of the cab but he held tight. Luke must have read her mood, because he responded to her body language.
“Jayda, I’m trying to help. You know you’re in need of some. Accept it.” Luke pulled her closer and held her a bit tighter, even though the road had evened out.
She let it drop and they drove a couple of more miles in silence. He was right and she knew it. But it didn’t make it any less irritating. But why was he helping her? What was his motive? She would find out, she resolved, she just had to bide her time.
“I know you’re helping. I’m sorry.” It grated against her ears, even as she said it. “I’m just trying to get used to all of this. It isn’t exactly what I signed up for.”
She saw him try to hold back a smile at her irritation, but he failed.
“If I’m going to work with you, you have to be in charge. Not Thomas. Not any of the men who work for you. You. You are John Rivers’s daughter. Not some lady off the street. You were born into this business. It is yours.”
“So are you going to join?” She asked. Jayda should have waited, and she knew it, but her victory was so close she could taste it.
“So long as you take over, take charge. Yes. I’ll work for you.” He let her have her victory, pretending not to notice as she grinned widely. She knew what he was about. What she didn’t know was why. “But you can’t let it fall out of your hands, you can’t manage from afar like you have been these past few months.”
She was quiet, savoring her victory, but he spoke up, his tone informative and not at all emotional like it was a moment ago.
“The land on both sides belongs to you, by the way. It’s part of a series of ranches you own. A lot of, well, those of us who are not being independently financed by our parents, work these ranches. Even the ones you sponsor. We don’t like to be beholden to
She leaned against his solid form and refused to move away even as the road leveled out. She felt a bit warm at the thought of his body against hers. Separated by only a few layers of clothing. Especially now that she knew what he felt like. Looked like.
“You alright?” He asked, shifting in his seat, gripping the steering wheel just a little tighter.
She wasn’t the only one affected.
“Yeah. I’m fine. But I’d rather be safe than sorry.”
His free arm tightened around her, the smirk returning to his face. The lines between business and pleasure were definitely blurred.
That didn’t take long.
He drove the road like he had driven it a million times before. There was something there. A confidence she couldn’t quite place. A knowing smile. A bit too much understanding.
Who was he?
She was still learning how to run everything, on a more professional level. But she could tell that he knew exactly what he was doing. Why hadn’t he been picked up before? Surely her father knew of him before his death. Knew about his talents. He trained here, had a lot of his moves. Worked the area like it was his own. He knew it better than she did.
She may not have been as experienced, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. She had interned with her father and been to the complex a few times, but other than the tours, she spent all of her time in the main office. Which was down with the equines.
“It is almost five miles total between the Equine and Bull Riding Facility. We have some time. The men will be glad to see the new owner. Try to act like you know the area. Bonus points for any names you remember. Accurately, that is.” He was serious as he explained this to her, but it still stung.
Her blood boiled and she pushed away from him, trying to escape to the other side of the cab but he held tight. Luke must have read her mood, because he responded to her body language.
“Jayda, I’m trying to help. You know you’re in need of some. Accept it.” Luke pulled her closer and held her a bit tighter, even though the road had evened out.
She let it drop and they drove a couple of more miles in silence. He was right and she knew it. But it didn’t make it any less irritating. But why was he helping her? What was his motive? She would find out, she resolved, she just had to bide her time.
“I know you’re helping. I’m sorry.” It grated against her ears, even as she said it. “I’m just trying to get used to all of this. It isn’t exactly what I signed up for.”
She saw him try to hold back a smile at her irritation, but he failed.
“If I’m going to work with you, you have to be in charge. Not Thomas. Not any of the men who work for you. You. You are John Rivers’s daughter. Not some lady off the street. You were born into this business. It is yours.”
“So are you going to join?” She asked. Jayda should have waited, and she knew it, but her victory was so close she could taste it.
“So long as you take over, take charge. Yes. I’ll work for you.” He let her have her victory, pretending not to notice as she grinned widely. She knew what he was about. What she didn’t know was why. “But you can’t let it fall out of your hands, you can’t manage from afar like you have been these past few months.”
She was quiet, savoring her victory, but he spoke up, his tone informative and not at all emotional like it was a moment ago.
“The land on both sides belongs to you, by the way. It’s part of a series of ranches you own. A lot of, well, those of us who are not being independently financed by our parents, work these ranches. Even the ones you sponsor. We don’t like to be beholden to
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