“Do you want to take Jacqueline, and I’ll meet you there?”
“Sure, Brooks,” the burly biker standing beside me says. He nods to Brooks—a handsome stranger I’d just met a few hours ago—and picks me up. He throws me over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift, and before I can say anything, sets me down.
“Wha—”
He’s sitting on an intimidating motorcycle and is holding out a helmet to me.
“Hop on,” he says.
He’s smirking, and I can tell he’s amused by my reaction to his fireman’s carry.
“Why did you do that?” I ask, bewildered. “I’m fine walking on my own two feet. And where are we going?”
“So many questions,” he says, still smirking. “I did it because I knew you’d like it. Was I wrong?”
Fuck.
My cheeks start turning pink, giving me away before I’ve even said anything. I could try lying to
