SWEETHEART | 18+

Chapter Two

 Holy shit.

"Sorry?" I whisper. Mister Motorcycle Man laughs awkwardly and runs a hand through that glorious hair.

"Let me start over, apologies." He tucks the book under one of his arms and holds out his leather-gloved hand. "Marcus Adams. You are stunning and your antics are adorable, so you have enticed me. May I please take you out for dinner sometime?" I gulp and hesitantly shake his hand.

"Daniella Brown. A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Adams." I say, my lips wanting to spit out an entirely different sentence. I love you and your gorgeous face, take me out on your motorcycle, let me be a mother to your daughter, and of course, I'll go to dinner with you—

"Please, call me Marcus." He grins, and my heart leaps. No man has ever affected me like this. Normally I brushed them aside. I was too good for them, they didn't deserve me. But this man, dear Lord.

"Marcus," I murmur, dropping my hand.

"So..." He blows out a whistle. "Dinner or am I a creep?" I chuckle. How could I say no to this cheeseball?

"Dinner works." I tuck my dirty blonde hair behind my ear, not failing to notice his eyes pinning me down. I feel so small underneath that gaze, those damn eyes. He manages to turn me into something I didn't think I was.

"Perfect. I'll take you somewhere fancy, you deserve it." My eyes widen and I shake my head, laughing quietly.

"No, no. I've never been anywhere like that, I wouldn't fit in." I say with a smile. Marcus shrugs, reflecting my playful grin on his lips. I couldn't help but stare, he was so intoxicating. "I will take Italian- at the most."

"Italian it is." He says smoothly. I roll my eyes. Isn't he charming? Or at least, trying to be. I don't know if this is real. He could just be trying to get in my pants, like others. I wouldn't be surprised- I mean, look at me. I'm hot if I do say so myself.

"When would this be?" I ask, twiddling my thumbs in an attempt to calm myself. I'm talking to a man that oozes passion and desire. How could I not be nervous?

"Tonight? Possibly? My daughter has a sleepover, and I don't know when I'll be open next, so—" I nod. He stops himself and smiles, his eyes crinkling at the corner. "Perfect. Tonight, I will be picking you up, if you're okay with that. Let's say at seven."

"Alright." I pull out my phone and go to ask for his number, but I choke up. Even after talking to him, I have zero confidence to ask this Adonis for his number. He chuckles when he sees me freeze up.

"You need my digits, sweetheart?" I blush and nod. "Alright. It's 415..." He continues to tell me his number, and I type it in rapidly. I text him my address with a quick '-Dani' at the end so he knows it's me. "There you go, atta girl." A wide, goofy smile spreads across my face. The praise was too much.

"I will see you tonight..." I start walking by him, brushing my shoulder against his just the slightest bit. "Mr. Adams." My heart jumpstarts. How did I just do that without fainting?

As I'm walking back to the front counter, I hear Marcus quietly call me— it's still a library. I stop and pivot my head over my shoulder. He's giving me a stern look, but it soon evolves into mischievousness.

"My favorite color is red, Daniella." My name rolls off his tongue in quite an interesting way. I almost get on my knees and beg for him to say it again. "I expect to see some of it on you tonight." And with that, he walks away.

Fuck.