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she had never in her life dated a younger man. He was right though, he wasn’t that much younger.
    “I didn’t scare you off, did I?” he asked as he saw the spooked look on her face.
    “Not at all. I’ve just never dated a younger man.”
    He sucked in a breath and acted shocked. “For shame. Please baby, whatever you do, corrupt me,” he playfully egged her on.
    “Stop!” She couldn’t help the laugh that came from out of her chest. “I have to keep studying.”
    “Then do it, nobody stopping you here but yourself.”
    Embarrassment burned her cheeks. He was right. She was the only person in her whole life that had stopped her. She’d pushed everybody else away. When you only had yourself to count on, you only had yourself to blame if things didn’t work out.
    “You’re right. I’m gonna get back to work.”
    Unbeknownst to her, he watched her instead of reading his book. He liked watching her. She was always so intense with everything that she did. He would watch her at Wet Wanda’s and see how intent she was on getting all the orders correct and making sure that the tables she waited on had what they needed. It was the same here. She looked beyond cute with her brow knitted in concentration, the length of a pen sticking out of her mouth, and her fingers flying across her laptop.
    He noticed something else about her too. Here, in this setting, without the makeup and the outfit and her hair done just so, she looked so much younger than her years. She really did look like a fresh-faced college student trying to make her way in the world. Not someone who had been hardened by the harsh realities of life. He liked her this way much more than the woman he saw at the club.
    “Why are you staring at me?” she asked, not looking away from the screen of her laptop.
    “I like looking at you.”
    “Don’t do this to me, Jagger,” she pleaded, not looking him in the eye.
    “Don’t do what?”
    “I like you, I’m not going to lie, but I’m not really relationship material. I work at a strip club, and I’m a college student.”
    He slid from the couch and sat down on the floor next to her. “And I’m a member of a motorcycle club who plays guitar and sings. Let’s not forget I’m also one of the only members of the club who lives exclusively at the dorm. If I wanted to take you somewhere else, we’d have to meet here or go to a hotel. I don’t even own a car like most of the other members do. So if you wanna talk about somebody not being relationship material? Baby, I think I got ya beat.”
    She took a deep breath, trying to hide her face with her long dark blonde tresses. He reached in and pushed the hair back from her face. “Don’t hide from me. C’mon, we’re having a conversation here.”
    “You really do make me feel like I can do anything that I want to, and for someone like me, that’s dangerous.”
    “It’s not dangerous at all. You can do anything you set your mind to.” He wasn’t sure what she meant with the “someone like her” comment, but he didn’t want to bring attention to it either.
    “Do you have a second career as a motivational speaker?” The atmosphere was getting so tense and serious that she had to crack a joke.
    “No,” he laughed. “But I do want to get to know you better, and I do want to spend my time with you. I get the feeling if I let you, you’d run away from me just as fast as the wind could carry you.”
    She had to be honest with him. “You’re probably right.”
    “But I’m not gonna let you,” he told her, giving her a wink. His tone held a promise that she knew he would uphold if threatened.

    It was cold when Jagger left her apartment a few hours later. He wasn’t exactly ready to leave but knew that she had to get some sleep. As he eased out onto Smallhouse Road, he checked both ways. Nothing coming, he made his way out onto the main thoroughfare. This time of night was the best time, in his opinion, to ride, but it could be