One Rough Night (BWWM Motorcycle Erotic Romance) by Tasha Monroe Page A

needed this job. She knew she couldn’t let nerves
get in the way of getting the job. As she pulled up to the restaurant, she looked
around the parking lot, surprised. Usually the place was packed, especially
early in the evening. Now, there were only a couple cars parked.
     
    She got
out of her car and walked up to the entrance, looking around for the guy she
was supposed to be meeting. She hoped they’d be able to find each other. He
hadn’t even given his name, or asked for hers. She opened the door of the
restaurant and walked up to where the hostess stood.
     
    “Hi, I’m
supposed to be meeting someone here. Did a man make a reservation in the last
few minutes?” she asked.
     
    The
hostess smiled.
     
    “Right
this way, ma’am. He’s been waiting for you.”
     
    Sharice
followed, confused. How would she know the man who was supposed to be meeting
her? The hostess led her to a table in the back. When she saw the man who was
sitting there, she thought her jaw would hit the floor.
     
    He was a
white guy with beautiful, brown, shoulder-length hair and deep, brown eyes. He
had a gorgeous face and she could see rings of muscle threatening to spring out
of his shirt. He was casually dressed, wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt and
jeans. He smiled at her as he stood up, inviting her to sit. His smile made her
heart melt. She wasn’t usually interested in white guys, but this one was definitely an exception.
     
    Sharice
sat down, stunned. She wasn’t expecting a man like this to be the one
interviewing her. She felt her heart race as he looked into her eyes. His eyes
seemed to penetrate her body, making her feel as if she was being x-rayed.
     
    “Hi, I’m
James,” he said, extending his hand.
     
    She took
it, his touch warming her to the bone.
     
    “I’m Sharice.”
     
    He
turned to the hostess.
     
    “Just
get us a couple waters to start with, Sarah, and then give us a few minutes.”
     
    The hostess/waitress
nodded and walked off.
     
    “Um, do
you know her or something?” asked Sharice. Instantly she felt like an idiot.
She was supposed to be getting interviewed for what was probably the most
important job of her life and that was she wanted to talk about? She
silently cursed herself.
     
    He
smiled again and looked at her with those deep, intelligent eyes.
     
    “This is
actually my restaurant. I’m the manager. That’s why there are hardly any cars here.
Whenever I interview someone, I make sure that we can’t be bothered by anyone
else. Before you say anything, though, know that the job I’m offering you has
nothing to do with the restaurant. I’m not going to hire you as a waitress or
anything. What I have in mind is much more special.”
     
    Special?
What was that supposed to mean?
     
    “Oh.
Okay. What exactly do you have in mind though?”
     
    “I’ll
let you know soon enough. First I want to get to know you a little bit more.
I’ve had many girls interview for this job, and not one of them has felt like
the right one. But I’m sensing something different with you already. We’ll see
how it goes, though.”
     
    Sharice
was more nervous than ever. So she was right about lots of people having
interviewed for this. But what could be so hard about a job that required no
experience from the manager of a local restaurant? Though she was very nervous,
she couldn’t help but be very intrigued.
     
    “Okay,
James. What do you want to know?”
     
    He
chuckled again.
     
    “I
thought I was supposed to be the one interviewing you?” he joked. Sharice
couldn’t help but feel she was off to a terrible start.
     
    “Sorry,
go ahead.”
     
    “Don’t
be, you’re fine. Just relax, I promise you have nothing to be nervous about.
I’m already thinking you’re going to be perfect for this. But I just want to
get to know you a little bit. Now, Sharice, some of these questions are going
to be a little personal. If you don’t feel like answering them just say so, and
I won’t press you. Of