Creed’s gaze swept over her, warm and filled with desire. Then he laughed. It wasn’t a short, easy laugh. This laughter rumbled through his chest and blasted out of him. He laughed so hard he could hardly catch a breath.
Kiera gasped, pulled away from him, and folded her arms across her chest. “I’m glad my awkward offering could give you something to cackle about.” She threw the words at him.
Creed stopped laughing though he was still smiling. “I know I’m irresistible, but did you really just proposition me?”
Kiera turned away, humiliated. “Don’t think so highly of yourself, Creed Hawk. It was a once-in-a-lifetime offer that’s gone now.” She snapped her fingers at him.
Creed chuckled again, but then he sobered and turned her toward him, pulling her in tight. She didn’t even attempt a resistance. “Sweet Kiera,” he whispered huskily. “You have no clue how badly I want you, but remember our promise?”
Of course she remembered their promise. That promise had kept them from doing anything more than kissing for the past eight years, since he was a senior in high school and she was a sophomore. She’d fallen head over heels for Creed Hawk. They’d always been so in love it had been hard to stop their physical need for each other, but Creed was strong and disciplined, and so was she. They’d promised to save themselves for marriage and for each other, and though she loved their promise and had worked hard to honor it, she couldn’t deny that she wanted more right now.
“It’s still true, love. Our bond is stronger than a physical one, and when we’re bound together before God, his angels, and all of our loved ones, being together will be magical for us.” He kissed her softly and whispered against her lips, “I promise.”
“But what if you don’t come back to me?” She felt like a whiny little girl instead of the accomplished, renowned dancer she was. She was one of twenty dancers out of thousands of applicants to win a spot on America’s Got Talent: Just Dance. She’d worked her entire life to be at the top. Right now, she didn’t care about anything except Creed coming back to her, and if wishes could come true, never leaving her.
Creed smiled that irresistible smile of his. “You’re the reason I will come back.”
He held her tight. Her head rested in the crook of his neck like they’d been designed for each other. She clung to him and blinked the tears away. Creed was strong, brilliant, and determined. He would come back to her. Then they’d get married and be together. He’d promised. So why was her stomach rolling, and why were her palms clammy with a premonition that all their love and promises might be swept away faster than the next wave?
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Slipping on a patch of black ice, Lexi cried out, wind-milled her arms, and skidded over the asphalt. She prayed she wouldn’t fall. The low thrum of an engine rolled over her as a single headlight flashed across her vision. Lexi screamed, horrified to see a motorcycle flying right at her. She was still skidding on the ice, trying to stay upright. If she fell, the motorcycle would run her over without even seeing her until it was too late. She shuffled on the ice, trying desperately to get out of the way and hoping her waving arms might warn the driver.
The cyclist must’ve seen her and clenched the brakes hard, because she heard a yell and saw the huge bike lift onto its front tire. Then the motorcycle hit the patch of ice, and Lexi launched herself out of the way as it skidded onto its side. Her feet slid out from under her and she hit the ice with her knees and hands. Pain spiked up her arms and thighs. She felt a rush of wind, and then—miraculously—the motorcycle skidded past her, metal screeching against ice and asphalt. The machine slid to a stop at the curb twenty feet away, minus its rider, who lay sprawled on the cold asphalt, not far from Lexi.
“No, no, no!” Lexi cried out. She crawled across the patch of ice, praying the person wasn’t dead and praying no other vehicles came along and finished them both off.
She reached the man, who was dressed in a navy-blue suit that even a girl from Montana could guess was worth thousands of dollars. The suit was tailored perfectly for his large frame. Thankfully he wore a helmet, and she couldn’t see any blood or bones poking out. Lexi shuddered. He was lying on his side, facing away from her.
“Oh no! Please don’t be dead!” She glanced up at the heavens and called, “Please, Lord, don’t let him die.” There was no time for folding arms and decorum when a man’s life was hanging in the balance.
The man in question groaned and rolled over onto his back.
“Sir?” Lexi touched his shoulder with her gloved hand, breathing a sigh of relief. At least she wasn’t responsible for his death. “Sir, are you okay?”
“Not dead yet,” he muttered. He undid his chin strap and pulled off his helmet.
Lexi gasped. Staring up at her was a handsome face she’d recognize anywhere: deep brown eyes, dark hair, tanned skin, and short facial hair that only enhanced his good looks. One of the famous Hawk brothers. America’s Most Eligible Bachelor. The most handsome man in existence. Her new boss.
“Callum Hawk,” she breathed out.
He arched an eyebrow at her and pushed to a seated position, then stood. At least he didn’t move like he was broken. He tucked his helmet under his left arm and offered his right hand to her. “We should probably get out of the street in case any other crazies are awake this early.” He flashed her the trademark smile that had women across America needing blood pressure medication.
Lexi took his gloved hand and let him pull her up. She was glad they were both wearing gloves, because the surge of energy that went through her simply being this close to him wasn’t smart to experience with anybody’s boss, let alone a new employer who didn’t even know who she was. She’d just made Callum Hawk crash his motorcycle. Jiminy Christmas, she was in trouble!
He released her hand, wrapped his arm around her lower back, and guided her out of the street toward his motorcycle as if they were on a summer stroll through Central Park. Her heart raced out of control. Callum Hawk had his hand on her sweaty back and she’d wrecked his motorcycle. This was not good. She was going to get fired before she even set foot in his office. How would she help her family if she got fired?
“Are you damaged?” Her words came out too breathy and too high-pitched, as her throat was closing off. The motorcycle accident was her fault, but when she died of heart failure from his tingly touch, it would be all on him. “Shouldn’t we call 911?”
Callum glanced down at her, his dark eyes filled with concern. “Do you need medical attention?”
“No.” She pushed the word out, shocked that his first worry was for her. “But I just made you crash your bike, skid across the asphalt, and most likely ruin that beautiful Armani suit.”
He chuckled, stopping next to his tipped-over motorcycle. “It’s Brioni.”
Lexi’s eyes widened and she swayed on her feet. Brioni suits were at least quadruple the price of Armani. “Did it get ripped?” she demanded.
Callum grinned down at her. “I don’t care. I only care if you’re all right.” His voice deepened, and she was so smitten by him in this moment she could barely keep on her feet. Callum Hawk—the Callum Hawk—cared if she was all right?
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