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

course I’d like if you answered them all, but you don’t
have to and it won’t hurt your chances. Are you ready?”
     
    She
nodded.
     
    “Okay.
First of all, I’m curious. Have you ever been on a date before? Or had a
boyfriend?”
     
    Even
though his question was very personal, Sharice felt something strange. She felt
as though she could talk to him about this. She didn’t know why, but she found
it extremely easy to talk to him.
     
    “Well,
no, I haven’t. I’ve never been with a man before and at this point, I’ve pretty
much given up. I have no experience. Would you ever want to go on a date
with me?” she said, without thinking.
     
    He
laughed again as the hostess/waitress came back with the waters.
     
    “What do
you think this is, Sharice? You’re on your first date. And you know what? I’m
still here. I didn’t know what you looked like before, but I do now. And I
think you look great. The younger women are always the best,” he said, winking
at her.
     
    Sharice
took a gulp of water to steady her nerves. She realized what he was saying was
true. She was on an actual date, with a real man. She could hardly believe it.
And the way he complimented her… was he hitting on her or something? The
thought almost made her want to laugh. No one would even dream of doing that.
She tried to relax a little.
     
    “Well,
that’s good to know. But yeah, before tonight, I’ve never been on a date. I’ve
never had a boyfriend or anything, and I’m already 19.”
     
    “Well,
sometimes things can change when we least expect them to,” he said, winking at
her again.
     
    Surely
he was just kidding around, he couldn’t have been talking about himself, right?
Sharice took another sip, waiting for him to keep asking her questions.
     
    “So, Sharice.
What was your job like before this one? I mean you must have had some way of
supporting yourself.”
     
    “Well, I
worked as a secretary for a few years at a business a few blocks from my house.
It didn’t pay that well, but it was a steady paycheck. It was easy, but pretty
boring. My whole life has been pretty boring, actually.”
     
    He
looked at her thoughtfully, those eyes sucking her in again.
     
    “Hmm. I
think I know a way to help you with that. The job I have in mind for you is
nothing like being a secretary, though you will be working for me. It will
definitely be more exciting for you though, I can promise you that. And it
won’t just be a paycheck you’ll be getting, either. What I have in mind is much
more than that.”
     
    More
than a paycheck? What was that supposed to mean?
     
    “Now, Sharice,
next question. Are you comfortable living in your house right now? Is it a nice
place?”
     
    She
thought about it. She lived in a small, one bedroom apartment in one of the
noisiest parts of town. She’d only been living there for a few months, and she
didn’t really like it. The only reason she was still there was because it was
cheap and she could afford it.
     
    “Umm. If
given the opportunity, I’d leave as soon as possible. I can’t really afford to
live anywhere else, though.”
     
    “That
won’t be a problem. What I have in mind will make you much, much happier. We’re
almost done, I only have a couple questions left.”
     
    Sharice
nodded and took another sip.
     
    “Would
you mind living with another person? Or other people Are you comfortable with
that?”
     
    She’d
never been too comfortable around other people. She hadn’t had many friends in
her life, and was fine with that.
     
    “If I
had to, I wouldn’t mind it at all. I don’t really have any friends, but if
there was someone I could live with who cared about me, I would love that,” she
said, again without thinking. What was wrong with her? ‘Someone who cared about
me’ sounded pathetic.
     
    But he
grinned broadly, as if she’d just given him the answer he wanted to hear.
     
    “That’s
perfect. And now for my last question: do you want to eat, or do