Things were calming down, and in light of the body count after attacking Vance and his club twice, the rival crew had stepped back from the roadblock and stopped harassing Vance’s gang.
That didn’t mean it was over; the Scorpions claimed there would be retaliation. But according to several of Vance’s brothers, the Scorpions had been holed up in their bunk house almost from the moment she skipped town with her sexy biker.
With a sigh, she crawled out of bed and padded across the hotel room, reaching into the mini fridge for a bottle of water. She would talk to Vance, but she saw two options. They could fly to Houston and stay at her place for a while, or they could go back to Wheelie.
For some reason, Maya let her agent talk her into another shoot in Philadelphia in two weeks. Now, she regretted agreeing to it. She’d enjoyed Wheelie so much that, even with Vance here with her, the photo shoot had been torture. All the obligations, sitting in a chair for makeup and hair and body paint. And then spending five minutes posing in the burning sun, sweating so all of that melted off and had to be reapplied. It was exhausting!
Maya stepped into the shower, frowning. She’d been modeling for ten years, and was at the top of the industry for the last four. It was a fast track rise, a story the press was going to love when she retired. And she was proud of how hard she’d worked to get this far. Up until now, she’d loved modeling. Or so she thought.
For the first time, she questioned her happiness. And she knew why. Vance had introduced her to a new life and new perspective, far removed from the hectic life in front of flashing bulbs and paparazzi. In Wheelie, she’d felt free rather than trapped. Obviously, a big city offered more entertainment, but urban living squeezed the life out of Maya. She was confined to schedules, costs of living, and certain expectations.
In Wheelie, the night life might be limited to a dive bar owned by a biker club and a single café, but Maya could make her own schedule, dress and act how she wanted, and simply be carefree. No one had expectations of her or demanded a certain appearance.
Maybe it was a pipe dream, but Maya wondered how hard it would be to change her lifestyle. She shouldn’t think of life in Wheelie as ‘peaceful’—considering what she’d already seen and survived in the town she’d labeled ‘quaint’. But with the Mojave Boys in charge, she believed they could keep the peace, and the slow, easy days there could be everything she suddenly craved.
Out of the shower, she heard Vance moving around in the hotel room, and she opened the bathroom door, releasing steam and breathing in the delicious smell of coffee. No one brewed the perfect balance of strong coffee without the bitter taste like Vance. Maya would have hired him as her personal barista if he wasn’t already at her side.
The question was, how long would he be there?
She tiptoed over to kiss him good morning. He pulled her tight against him, and she felt his arousal growing. He cupped her ass, and her breath caught in her throat, but she wrapped the towel tighter around her like a protective skin. She pulled back and smiled at him, shaking her head. “I don’t think so. We’ve spent too much time in this room, and I want to go shopping.”
Vance scowled. “You aren’t taking me to Beverly Hills and in those haute couture shops, are you?”
Maya quirked a brow at him. “I’m proud of you for knowing that term. And no, I don’t like that kind of thing. I’m all about quality and brands, but I’m won’t pay a thousand bucks for a rag around my hips calling itself a scarf skirt.” She laughed. “But you did say you’d go shopping with me before we moved on.”
He nodded reluctantly. “The things a man will do to please a woman. God, we are stupid creatures.” Maya laughed at his grisly barking, grabbing a lavender sundress for the day.
That didn’t mean it was over; the Scorpions claimed there would be retaliation. But according to several of Vance’s brothers, the Scorpions had been holed up in their bunk house almost from the moment she skipped town with her sexy biker.
With a sigh, she crawled out of bed and padded across the hotel room, reaching into the mini fridge for a bottle of water. She would talk to Vance, but she saw two options. They could fly to Houston and stay at her place for a while, or they could go back to Wheelie.
For some reason, Maya let her agent talk her into another shoot in Philadelphia in two weeks. Now, she regretted agreeing to it. She’d enjoyed Wheelie so much that, even with Vance here with her, the photo shoot had been torture. All the obligations, sitting in a chair for makeup and hair and body paint. And then spending five minutes posing in the burning sun, sweating so all of that melted off and had to be reapplied. It was exhausting!
Maya stepped into the shower, frowning. She’d been modeling for ten years, and was at the top of the industry for the last four. It was a fast track rise, a story the press was going to love when she retired. And she was proud of how hard she’d worked to get this far. Up until now, she’d loved modeling. Or so she thought.
For the first time, she questioned her happiness. And she knew why. Vance had introduced her to a new life and new perspective, far removed from the hectic life in front of flashing bulbs and paparazzi. In Wheelie, she’d felt free rather than trapped. Obviously, a big city offered more entertainment, but urban living squeezed the life out of Maya. She was confined to schedules, costs of living, and certain expectations.
In Wheelie, the night life might be limited to a dive bar owned by a biker club and a single café, but Maya could make her own schedule, dress and act how she wanted, and simply be carefree. No one had expectations of her or demanded a certain appearance.
Maybe it was a pipe dream, but Maya wondered how hard it would be to change her lifestyle. She shouldn’t think of life in Wheelie as ‘peaceful’—considering what she’d already seen and survived in the town she’d labeled ‘quaint’. But with the Mojave Boys in charge, she believed they could keep the peace, and the slow, easy days there could be everything she suddenly craved.
Out of the shower, she heard Vance moving around in the hotel room, and she opened the bathroom door, releasing steam and breathing in the delicious smell of coffee. No one brewed the perfect balance of strong coffee without the bitter taste like Vance. Maya would have hired him as her personal barista if he wasn’t already at her side.
The question was, how long would he be there?
She tiptoed over to kiss him good morning. He pulled her tight against him, and she felt his arousal growing. He cupped her ass, and her breath caught in her throat, but she wrapped the towel tighter around her like a protective skin. She pulled back and smiled at him, shaking her head. “I don’t think so. We’ve spent too much time in this room, and I want to go shopping.”
Vance scowled. “You aren’t taking me to Beverly Hills and in those haute couture shops, are you?”
Maya quirked a brow at him. “I’m proud of you for knowing that term. And no, I don’t like that kind of thing. I’m all about quality and brands, but I’m won’t pay a thousand bucks for a rag around my hips calling itself a scarf skirt.” She laughed. “But you did say you’d go shopping with me before we moved on.”
He nodded reluctantly. “The things a man will do to please a woman. God, we are stupid creatures.” Maya laughed at his grisly barking, grabbing a lavender sundress for the day.
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