Chapter Five:
Taken for a Ride
“Hey, glad you showed.”
“I almost didn’t. Nor did I appreciate you barging into my room,” she said, her glare underlining the violation. Clarice was wearing a long silk batik skirt and a white top. Her hair tied up to allow air to the back of her neck.
He had a hurt puppy look, “Sorry mate, I’ll make it up to you. C’mon,” he handed her a motorcycle helmet, he hid behind his back. “Best way to get around the city.”
Clarice looked at his Royal Enfield Interceptor, then at her skirt. No way could she straddle him or the bike in the batik. She walked back into the hotel and up to the concierge desk.
“Hey, where ya going?”
“Back in a flash!”
Spotting some shears in a cup full of pens on his desk, she cut slits up both sides of the skirt, despite the disapp
