AnabelleHe's smoother than he looks. There's something about him that's absolutely compelling. Either that or I'm just easy to persuade. But when someone looks as good as Kane does in a pair of tight jeans, can you blame me for not putting up more of a fight? Sure, I was still pissed about the drugs he'd planted on me. But nothing had come of it and I wasn't in any trouble. Plus, he'd promised to make it all up to me. I was curious what that was going to look like.
I had no idea and though there was a piece of me that was hesitant, I was willing to give him the opportunity to try. I was intrigued and was allowing him to make good on that promise. I climbed onto the back of his motorcycle and wrapped my arms around him tightly.
His back was massive. Strong. Powerful. Yes, it was obvious h
