Page 21 of Misadventures of a Biker

My eyes bulged. “What?”

She set the sphere down and glared. “Shhh.” She glanced toward the door. “Your door is open.”

“You’re the one asking questions about freaky sex,” I whispered. “What are you talking about?”

“This conversation is between you and me,” she said. “You’re not going to use it against anyone. Promise?”

I sighed. “I’m not a child.”

She gave me a side-eyed look. “Promise?”

“Okay,” I whined. “I promise.”

Her mouth twisted into a guilty grin. “Now I’m not sure if I should say anything.”

“You can’t ask a question like that and then not elaborate,” I said. “Spill it.”

She sighed. “Devin likes rough sex. Really rough sex. He said it’s all but impossible to find someone who can…”

My ears began to ring, drowning out everything she said after rough sex. Kate knew me well enough to know I was the type of woman she was asking about. She also realized I wasn’t interested in a relationship. I hoped she knew I wasn’t willing to fuck an employee. Especially after the last catastrophe.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

Still babbling about Devin’s sexual preferences, she paused. “Huh?”

“I’m not interested in him,” I said. “If that’s what you’re trying to—”

“Oh. Not at all,” she said, shaking her head. Her mouth curled into a mischievous grin. “I’m just asking for a friend.”

“Kate…”

She raised her hands in surrender. “I’m serious.”

I tapped a pen against the edge of my desk. “He’s sexy. He’s a freak. He’s handsome. He’s alpha as hell. He’s handsome. He’s also exactly what I don’t need in my life. I’m not interested. I can’t take that chance. Not again.”

“You said handsome twice.”

“No I didn’t.”

“You did,” she insisted. “Twice.”

“Whatever.”

“Well, I wasn’t suggesting you consider him. I was just… Anyway.” She shrugged as if it was no big deal. “If you think of anyone, let me know.”

I studied her. It was impossible to tell if she was trying to help Mister Sexy or if she was trying to plant a seed in my mind. She was always smiling, which made reading her moods difficult to say the least.

“Yeah. I’ll ask around town,” I said in a sarcastic tone.

A knock on my door startled the hell out of me. I darted my eyes to the doorway.

Standing in the center of the opening with his arms crossed, Devin was looking right at me. “Couple of the fellas want to meet at the property and have a look at it.” He glanced at his watch. “You want to ride on the back of my bike or take your broom?”

My gaze fell to the desk. “If I haven’t said I was sorry, I am.”

“You didn’t. I appreciate it.” He took a few steps toward me. “To keep from pissing off the population on Gordon Drive, I should probably ride with you, though. My bike’s liable to wake everyone up from their afternoon naps. They might hold you responsible.”

He was right about the neighborhood’s perception of a Harley with loud pipes. Riding with me wasn’t an option, though.