The Biker's Teacher

Warning

CLAIRE

"Your piece-of-s**t car is still completely broken," Levi murmured, taking slow steps towards me, his dark eyes gleaming with absolute amusement. "But at least now on my property."

I whipped my phone out of my purse, relieved to see the battery had finally charged overnight. "I don't care. I'll just call a taxi. I'll call Uber. I am leaving."

"Go ahead," he said, gesturing faintly to the screen in my hand. "Dial away, little teacher."

I furiously tapped the screen, opened the app, and plugged in my apartment address. My heart sank as a glaring red error message popped up instantly: No drivers available in this area. I switched to a local cab company website, typing in his luxury gated community's zip code, only to find a bold warning that out-of-city dispatches required a three-hour advance notice.

"Having trouble?" Levi asked, his deep voice dripping with pure satisfaction.

"Why won't anyone come out here?" I snapped, glaring at him, my frustration boiling over.

"Because we're tucked miles into the hills, Claire," he explained smoothly, straightening his towering frame and walking over until he was standing right over me. "High-end security gates, private roads, zero high-speed traffic. Taxis don't exactly cruise around looking for fares up here."

"Then I'll walk," I countered stubbornly, turning toward the massive wrought-iron gates at the end of the driveway. "I'll walk until I hit a main road."

Levi let out a short, rough laugh that brushed against the top of my head.

"It's a five-mile private stretch just to get past the estate borders," he murmured, his hand reaching out to gently catch my chin, forcing me to look up into his fierce, hawk-like eyes. "From there, it's a solid hour's walk down a steep mountain road just to reach the nearest bus stop. You want to hike that in those shoes, be my guest."

He dropped his hand, sliding his fingers carelessly into the pockets of his dark trousers.

"Otherwise, you're riding with me back into town. Your choice."

The engine of Levi’s sleek, dark SUV purred to life,I sat rigid in the passenger seat, staring straight ahead at the blur of pine trees.

"You can relax, little teacher," Levi said. His large hands gripped the steering wheel with effortless control.

"Just take me to my apartment, Levi," I snapped, refusing to look at him. My skin still burned where his fingers had touched me last night.

Within twenty minutes, the winding mountain roads flattened into the familiar streets of my new town. Levi pulled the massive vehicle up to the curb of my modest apartment building and let the engine idle.

"Claire," Levi called out.

I paused, looking back over my shoulder.

"Your car is getting towed to my mechanic today," he said, his dark eyes locking onto mine with absolute certainty. "Which means you'll be needing a ride to school tomorrow morning. I'll see you at seven."

I threw the car door open, practically falling onto the pavement in my haste to escape him. The SUV pulled away with a low, menacing growl, leaving me stranded on the sidewalk, gasping for air.

I turned towards my building, my heart still hammering violently against my ribs, when a man stepped out from the shadow of the alleyway next to my apartment.

He wore a heavy leather jacket, a dark helmet tucked under his arm, and a nasty, jagged scar slicing through his eyebrow. A rider.

I froze, my hand flying to my chest as my instincts screamed at me to run.

He didn't move towards me, but his piercing gaze pinned me to the spot. "You're the new schoolteacher," he growled.

"Who are you?" I whispered, my voice trembling.

"Doesn't matter who I am. But a word of advice, sweetheart? Next time Levi Hilton tells you to get in his car, you run the other way. You think he's a savior because he wears a white coat and saves lives? The last girl who caught his attention ended up in the back of his clinic, and she wasn't there for a check-up. Cut your losses and pack your bags while you still have your life."