Becoming Luna

19 ~ Every woman’s fantasy

Her jaw drops.

Is he for real!? He’s seriously hitting on her right in the middle of traffic? Oh but, damn, he’s matching her energy right now and that piques her interest.

Just then, the light turns green and she has no choice but to drive the car away without giving him an answer. She growls, a little miffed, not just because he just ruined her jam but because her competitive side has been triggered, and driving away feels rather like losing, unable to give him a proper comeback.

The biker follows at a safe distance, even though he can easily surpass her, and Siena frowns at his reflection on the rear view mirror.

At the next stoplight, he stops beside her window again, which she had left open.

He turns to her and says “I promise to make it worth your while, stranger...”

Siena can hear laughter in his muffled voice and she realizes he’s just messing with her, so she decides to play.

She smirks. “Really? Do you have an enchanted castle and a massive library?”

“I’m not sure about the castle being enchanted, but I have reason to believe my mansion is haunted,” he answers smoothly, making her raise an eyebrow. “Does that count?”

“I said enchanted, not haunted!”

“Potay-tow, Pohtahtow. And the library can be arranged, if you’re willing to stay ‘til morning despite the creepy humming by the stairs and the piano playing by itself. We’ll have to order in because the headless cook doesn’t really do taste tests, but on the plus side, the dishes wash themselves.”

She laughs, thoroughly entertained now. “Hmm…color me intrigued. What else have you got?”

“A night you won’t forget? You can make me breakfast in bed the next morning. And then we’ll take it from there. Who knows, maybe in a year or two, we’d already have kids. Strapping boys, just like me.”

She gives him an arched look, trying not to laugh again. “Flattered, but I’m not falling for a Gaston. I want an antisocial prince who can actually afford my bibliophilia,” she purses her lips. “Try again, sir, I’m sure you can do better than that,” she tells him, letting her window slide up again, and then she steps on the gas the second the light turns green and drives away before he can say anything else.

Siena bites her lower lip as she tries not to smile too widely. Flirting with a stranger—a faceless one at that—is giving her an unexpected dopamine high unlike anything she has ever experienced before. Damn, she must be in heat!

Feeling giddy with excitement, she glances at the rearview mirror, trying to see if he’s still following her or has abandoned the chase. He’s still there, and despite not seeing his face, she can somehow feel his eyes staring at her, burning like those of a hungry hunter focused on its prey.

At the next stoplight, he stops beside her car again, and knocks once more.

Siena pretends to think about it before lowering the glass window again. “You better not be here to sing like a Disney princess,” she teases him.

“I would, but it’s too soon for something so intimate. So how about a drink instead? And maybe also dinner later, if you prefer. All on me.”

Tempting, but she’s almost at the salon, so she shakes her head. “I’m afraid we have to break up now. This princess needs to get her nails done.” She gives him a quick wave and drives away once more, parking carefully in front of the salon where she has an appointment.

To her surprise, the guy comes up beside her and then takes out his wallet and gives her a black card. She gasps, unable to believe her eyes. It has codes embossed on it, instead of a name, but there’s no mistaking what it is.

Is he seriously giving her his personal credit card!? And a luxurious one at that!

“Do what you gotta do, then pay with my card,” he tells her. “And I’ll pick you up when you’re done. I’ll be at the cafe over there, waiting for you.” He motions to a place on the other side of the street, several yards away. The salon is still visible from there so he’d likely know when she’s done.

“Wait, no, we were just goofing around. Besides, I can pay for myself —”

“I’m sure you can,” he says, revving the engine. “But I like taking care of my girl.” With that he maneuvers the motorbike to go to the cafe where he said he’ll be waiting.

Heart racing, Siena can only watch him go, wondering what the hell she has gotten herself into. She hasn’t even seen his face because he never once removed his helmet during all the interactions, or even raised his visor, and yet he’s giving her his card like she’s Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman and he’s Richard Gere? Who the hell is this guy?

He parks his motorbike, and when he sees her looking at him, he taps his wrist as if to gesture the time impatiently. She makes an indignant huff before showing him his card and leaving it on the roof of her car. Then she goes inside the salon, her chest pounding, eyes dilated with excitement.

What is he going to do now? She should probably be worried that she’s playing with fire but the anticipation of his next move is invigorating, and it has been a long time since she had felt so alive. The fact that he could be a serial killer or something just as dangerous only seems to add to the thrill of it all.

Goddess, maybe she really needs to get laid!

With bated breath, she watches as he walks back to the parking lot of the salon, over to her car, and takes his card back. He then proceeds to push open the door of the salon and enters, scanning the place until he finds her sitting on one of the chairs and staring at him.

Everyone stops what they’re doing to gawk at him, even the lady working on her nails.

“Don’t be stubborn,” he tells her, handing her the card again.

She glares at him. “I’ll break that card if you give it to me again!”

Not less than three ladies inside the salon gasp at her words, followed by murmurs doubting her sanity. Siena raises her chin defiantly.

He crosses his arms in front of his chest, which showcases his muscles, and c***s his head to the side, as if studying her. “Very well. I’ll wait for you outside for a drink then.” He turns around and is about to walk back outside when Siena says:

“Take your helmet off.”

He freezes, turning halfway back. “Why?”

“Well,” she purses her lips, watching him closely. “I want to see so I can decide if I do want to go have a drink with you.”

“Oh, but where’s the fun in that?” He chuckles darkly. “I’ll be at the cafe, if you’re still interested.”

Siena watches him leave, and the whole salon breathes a collective sigh as soon as he’s outside. Then all eyes turn to her, making her cheeks burn in embarrassment. Most of them are curious, but she also sees envy and disbelief in a lot of them.

“You don’t know him?” The woman doing her nails demands to know. So much about privacy.

Siena shrugs. “Not really. I just met him today. On the way here. We were flirting at the stoplights. I haven’t even seen his face.”

“Oh darling, a man with a voice and a card like that is NEVER ugly,” the woman wheezes. “If you don’t go there later, I guarantee you more than half of the ladies in here will.”