Chloe
It was a dangerous game I was playing. And yet I couldn’t seem to bring myself to stop. But the way he looked at me as I swept into the kitchen an hour later was everything. I had asked to go home to get changed. If we were going for a ride then I wanted to be comfortable and my blouse and linen trousers definitely weren’t made with riding a bike in mind.
Nothing could compare me for the look in his eyes though. The knife in his hand fell on to the counter with a clatter.
“Holy s**t Chloe.” His eyes raked over me. Taking me all in. “Holy f*****g shit.”
I grinned. I had chosen the right outfit . And it was practical as well. Which I knew because I had ridden in it before.
The jeans were black , so tight they were like like a second skin. My T-shirt a dark ashy grey, slit acr
