Drove Me Wild

Chapter 12

I froze when I saw what was parked outside the building.

"You forgot I rode a motorcycle didn't you?" He gave me an evil grin and a helmet.

"Yes."

I reluctantly got on the bike behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist.

I held in my squeal as we set off and I tried not to squeeze Aiden too hard. Wouldn't want him to comment on my fear. An irrational fear. I mean, I was just on a thousand pound bike going 50 miles an hour with no protection. Apart from the stupid helmet. Ugh. At least the wind wasn't in my face, I kept it pressed against Aiden's back. His very firm, muscular back.

We turned a corner, fast, and a scream accidentally erupted from my mouth. Fuck.

We slowed down and parked at a curb.

I practically fell over trying to get of the bike so quickly. I tried to get my breathing under control before Aiden could notice.

"Aubrey, God I am so sorry. I saw how scared you were but I thought you would get over it!"

"No, no. I'm totally fine." I had one hand on my hip and the other on my heart. I was staring at the ground in denial. I was fine. I wasn't scared of a stupid ride on a stupid motorcycle. I mean, what kind of idiot is scared of motorcycles?

"Aubrey, look at me." He took my hands into his. God, he was tall. I had to tip my head back to look him in the eyes. And his eyes were... so dark. Brown or black, I had no idea. Actually, I knew they were brown. I did my research on eyes. No one had black eyes, it was just a really dark shade of brown.

I don't know how long we were standing there, staring into each other's eyes. I felt Aiden rubbing circles on my wrists and I looked down. I didn't know whether to feel angry or... you know. That other feeling.

He did just make me ride on the back of a motorcycle. Which almost gave me a heart attack. Touching his hands also almost gave me a heart attack. The good kind. Ugh fuck. How the hell did you like someone you disliked? It doesn't make any sense.

"Just..." I started. "Just forget it okay? It was my first time on the bike. And I can't even drive so that's probably why I'm not used to the speed on open road."

"You can't drive?" He asked, surprised. I glared at him.

"I grew up in London. I either rode my bike or took the tube. I had no need to learn to drive." I let go of his hands and crossed my arms. I immediately wanted to hold his hands again.

"Do you still want to go inside or...?" He looked so worried about me I couldn't even let my mind wonder about what that meant.

"Yes. Let's just get this over with. You know I still have to get home and finish reading your manuscript?" He grinned at me and I felt a bit better.