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I don’t know if he was trying to drive me insane or not, but he was doing a good job of it. I stood in place, incapable of doing much else. With a wet pussy and a wandering mind, I tried to come up with one good reason not to fuck him.

I produced nothing, good or bad. Convinced that was the direction the night was going to go, my curious side presented itself.

“Why are we going to my house?” I asked.

“My daughter is at my place, and I don’t make it a point of bringing women around her. In fact, I’ve got a rigid policy against it.”

His response wasn’t at all what I was expecting. My mind instantly went to thoughts of him being married, and that he was a typical cheating douche.

“Are you married?”

He shot me a look. “If I was, I wouldn’t be here, would I?”

I felt like somewhat of a fool for asking, but not a complete fool. Men cheated, it was a fact of life. I’d been the recipient of some of it in the past, and I wasn’t interested in having it happen again.

“Guys cheat,” I said with a shrug. “I just thought--”

“Well, I don’t. Never have, never will.”

Hearing it was reassuring, but I couldn’t help but wonder about him being single, and about the child.

“So, you’re single?”

He motioned toward his Harley. “What did I just say?”

He took a few steps, and then paused when I didn’t immediately follow him. As he glanced over his shoulder, my curious side reared its ugly head again.

“Who’s watching your daughter?”

“Jesus with the questions,” he said with a laugh. “She watches herself.”

“What?” I snapped. “You can’t leave a child at home alone--”

He arched an eyebrow. “Listen, Sandy. I’ve been a single father from the day after she was born until now, and she’s seventeen fucking years old. I’d really appreciate it if you don’t tell me what I can and can’t do with her, because considering all things, I’ve done a good God damned job of bringing her up. I’m pretty fucking proud of her, and of the job I’ve done.”

I swallowed hard. “Seventeen? You don’t look like you’re old enough to--”

“She’s sixteen. She’ll be seventeen here real quick. And, I’m thirty-four. I started young.” He reached for the helmet that dangled from his handlebars. “We doing this deal, or not?”

What little reservation I had about taking him home vanished after his speech about his daughter. I was right back where I’d started, only now I saw him as a handsome biker and a hot single dad.

“You got another helmet?”

“You ask a lot of fucking questions.”

I shrugged. “I’m a girl.”

He opened the compartment on the back of his motorcycle, pulled out a helmet, and handed it to me. “Yeah, every time you open your mouth, you remind me of that.”

“I’ll try and keep my mouth shut, then,” I said, my voice thick with sarcasm.

“That’s fine with me,” he said with a laugh. “I’ll let you know when it’s time for you to open it.”

I raised my index finger. “Oh, one last thing.”

He widened his eyes and cocked his head to the side.

“Can we stop at CVS?”