The Biker's Rules
Something like genuine amusement flashes across his face before it’s gone.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, scanning my body, “But short. I have something.”
He turns to Kiara, nodding slowly. “African queen. Tall. Elegant.” He hums approvingly, already drifting away. “Yes.” Kiara has that effect. She’s a walking confidence earthquake
Then Lucinda. “I can turn you into a princess,” he declares, as if it’s a scientific fact.
Lucinda’s shoulders stiffen, and she looks away, suddenly fascinated by the carpet.