The Billionaire Biker's Bitch 1 by Layla Wilcox

Author:Layla Wilcox
Language: eng
Format: epub

Claire awoke to the sounds of drapes being pulled and the sudden feel of sunlight on her face. She stretched and opened her eyes sleepily, sitting up abruptly when she realized where she was. Alex was dressed in jeans and a tight black tee shirt stretched snugly over his wide chest. A cart with covered dishes was at her side of the bed.

“Ready for breakfast?” he asked.

Claire stretched lazily and brought the sheet up to cover herself.

“Mmm. We never ate dinner last night, did we?”

He pulled a chair up to the other side of the cart and sat down as he began to uncover the dishes. “Well, that depends on what constitutes eating for you. Coffee?”

“Yes, please. And orange juice,” she said, pointing the pitcher.

They ate slowly, looking at one another without speaking. When Claire put down her fork and pushed away her plate, Alex rose and moved the cart aside.

“Would you like to take a ride to the Keys today? It’s a beautiful day for a bike trip.”

“On the back of that ninja bike?” Claire asked, not trying to hide the dismay in her voice.

He laughed. “No, I think the Harley today.”

“Sounds good,” she said. “But I didn’t come prepared with the right clothes.”

He pointed to a pair of jeans, a crop top, and boots laid out at the bottom of the bed. “Those will fit you. We matched them to the size of the clothes you were wearing when you came here.”

“We?”

“I gave them to Trevor, and he called in an order, which was delivered shortly before I woke you.”

Claire bounded out of bed to inspect the outfit that a man ordered for her, and was pleased. “I think these will do nicely,” she said, and brought the clothing into the bathroom to shower and dress.

Once inside, she noticed the cosmetics from her purse were arranged on the vanity counter. “Thanks for all this,” she called out.

She came out dressed and ready to go. “Trevor did really well. This all fits perfectly.”

He was facing out the window and turned to her. She could see he was pleased.

“Wait,” she said. “Turn around again, please.” He did so, and she noticed the shirt he was wearing had no writing on it.

“Can I pick out something for you to wear?” she asked.

Alex look amused, but pointed her in the direction of his walk-in closet. She quickly passed the long double rack of pants and jackets to a series of dresser drawers against the far wall. She opened several before finding his folded tee-shirts. It took several minutes to locate the one he was wearing on the night they met.

She brought it out and he changed into it without questioning her, although he gave her a quizzical look. Claire smiled, but said nothing.

Ten minutes later, they wove through traffic headed to I-95 South toward Key Largo. She spotted a Harley Davidson store as they made their way down the street, and poked Alex.

“Let’s stop here,” she said, pointing to the store.

Alex pulled into the lot, parked, and followed her into the store.

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