Ride

I sat hesitantly behind him on the bike and closed my eyes tightly thinking about the intimacy of it all and I was scared.

"Why didn't you ordered the bike brought to the club instead of the car?" I asked to divert my mind.

"The paparazzi." He murmured distracted with the task of wearing his leather gloves. He didn't want the reporters to publish something about him being cozy on a bike with an unknown girl.

And I realized the feeling was mutual as I too wouldn't like being connected to a man with his reputation, also I had to consider the impact my connection to him would have on my career.

"Hold on to me." He said, reaching behind him and grabbing my hands he directed them around his flat stomach. My hands were resting on his abs, feeling the heat of his skin and I gulped nervously. He started the bike and we were off into the night air.

My hair were whipping around my face and it carried the faint scent on his cologne with it.

My tights were touching his and I tried to keep my front from pressing into his back. He was driving the bike very fast and I tried to hold in my nervous squeal, it came out strangled.

"What? You scared?" He said his deep voice reaching faded to my ears because of the wind.

"Please slow down!" I yelled. He chuckled and said something like, this bike is meant to be driven fast, Amber.

He slowed the speed and then suddenly drove faster, making me press into his back with a jerk. I blushed. My hands were around his abs, my thigh pressing against his and now my front was plastered to his back.

It felt like an embrace, the searing heat of his back pressing on my breast and the comfortable sound of wind blowing fast us. I wanted the time to stop. It was too perfect. I closed my eyes shut. What a fool to even think something like that.

A man like him was used to women pressing their bodies close to his and. I was a reporter, it would be disastrous for me to dabble with someone like him. I sighed.

After some time he took me home and I was shocked that he remembered where I lived. We were standing in front of my apartment building as I stared at him.

"You remember my address?" I asked him with amusement.

He lifted his shoulders in a shrug and I smiled. "I wanted to ask you something...about the interview." I whispered.

He looked a bit disappointed but nodded. "I will let you know." He took my hand in his and placed a soft kiss on the inside of my wrist, making my body tighten with the sensation. I sucked in a breath and his eyes fell to my parted lips. He grinned and I snatched my hand free.

"Thank you for the ride Mr Sy." He raised his hand and stroked my hair.

"Royce is enough." He said, looking at me as if he was going...to kiss me.

"Goodnight, Royce." I whispered.

"Until next time, Amber." He drawled as he took a few steps back still smiling with his night blue eyes glimmering in the night...he looked roguish and sinfully handsome.

He turned and started towards his bike... I stood watching his back mesmerized by the way his tight muscular a*** strained against his trousers... he looked edible, I blushed with embarrassment at my thoughts and whirled around towards the entrance of the building thinking about the next interview...