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another. Looking up he spotted Faith walking toward him, like a woman on a mission. She had her hair up in that stupid ponytail again and some bags full of stuff.
    “What the hell is all that?” He pointed.
    “Trash and what I could only assume was dirty clothes. We need to find a washer.”
    “Say what?”
    “I cleaned.”
    “Cleaned? Like my room? Why the hell would you do that?”
    “I couldn’t sleep, and I needed something to do.”
    “Fuck,” he took off into his room and sure enough, she had cleaned. His bed was even made. He had room on his dresser and his closet looked clean as well. What the hell did she do?
    “It wasn’t that bad!”
    “Did you leave anything on the floor?” He had a weird system. The pile on the right needed washed ; the pile on the left was good at least one more wear. Well, unless he forgot what pile was which.
    “Everything in these bags needs to be washed.” He kept looking, and she’d even organized his closet by sleeve length, then color. Who did that? His shoes were even lined up. Damn chick had issues. It wasn’t as bad as he made it out to be, but he didn’t like people messing with his shit.
    “You should’ve asked.”
    “I don’t know what your deal is, I just cleaned. So get the damn stick out of your ass.”
    “Kitten, you’re treading on thin ice. This is my shit. You don’t come into a man’s home and start doing whatever the hell you want. That is just asking to be spanked. I’m going to take a shower. Be ready to leave when I get out,” he snapped and turned. He couldn’t deal with her, right then. She’d started to show a backbone when she’d snapped at him. And damn he liked it. Hell, even the thought of seeing the librarian turned over his knee made his cock twitch with interest. Fuck, he really needed to stop thinking of her as more than a troublesome woman, who need his help.
    He didn’t mind a submissive type of woman, but only in bed. Any other time he liked someone who pissed him off and challenged him on his shit. Wait, what the hell was he thinking? He wasn’t into her, he couldn’t be, she wasn’t even close to his type, if he had one that was.
    Pissed, he grabbed a pair of jeans and a t-shirt from his now clean and folded shirts in his drawers, and left the room without another agonizing glance around it. Once inside the bathroom, he showered, dressed, and was ready to go, like he told her. She too had changed into jeans, the same boring kind, and yet another ill-fitted shirt. He had to go to work and talk to the girls, about her. Sparkle would help him.
    “Ready?”
    “Sure, do you think…”
    “No, come on.” He walked out the door holding it open so she could step out. She went without a word, down the stairs, and to his bike, as he locked up. He needed to think about how to handle her. She was playing with his damn mind, and he didn’t like it.
    “Put it on.” Handing her the helmet, he swung his leg on and waited for her to climb behind him. Her heavy sigh made him smile. She was learning. Climbing behind him, he waited for her to wrap her arms around him again. She seemed hesitant to do so. Once she touched him, he took her arms and pulled tight, making her squeak and smashed against his back. That did make him chuckle.
    “Hold on tight.” Turning the key, his baby purred to life. It was a nice day out, and a drive might be just what he needed to clear his mind. Hitting the throttle, he took off letting the warm wind hit his face. It felt great, and Faith seemed to mold into his back the more he rode. The vibration from his bike had a soothing effect on just about everyone.
    He didn’t head right to the shop, as he needed to figure out what to tell Sparkle. She understood shit with the red tape and cover-ups. She might be a smokin ’ hot woman but she loved conspiracy theories, and this one was a whopper. The truth, but without names, would work, and they could find a way to keep her in the back until he got this