Pulling into her driveway, I shut my bike off and dismount. I try to take some deep, cleansing breaths, but my brain is all over the place trying to figure out how I'm going to deal with this. What the hell am I going to say to her? A million things have run through my mind, but I'm not prepared and maybe that's best. I'm just going to go with my gut, and just say what I feel.

Man, I hope this shit works.

Reaching for the bell, I almost change my mind. I can't believe this is me. I can't believe how tense I am. One of the things I pride myself in as bike club president, is the fact that I am the calmest person I know. If my MC brothers saw me right now, they'd probably impeach me. Shaking my head to myself, I press the bell.

When she opens the door, all of my words escape me, my mouth goes dry. The most beautiful woman I've ever seen is standing in front of me dressed in leggings and a t-shirt, with bare feet and no make-up. She looks exquisite...my heart basically stops at the sight of her.

She stares at me and speaks softly, "Hi Solomon. Come on in."

Words still fail me, as I step inside her home. She turns and leads me into her living room, and I get to watch her full ass, in those tight pants.

Shit man, please try to stay focused!

"Have a seat. You want a drink or something?"

Or something? Did she really just say, or something? Right now, I can come up with several somethings that I want from her, those thighs wrapped around my head for one.  Her lips wrapped around my cock, second.  But I don't really think now is the appropriate time. That's not why I'm here.

Maybe later. But...shit!

I clear my throat and respond, "Uh...yeah...water." And then as if my home training comes back to me, I add, "Please."

I walk over to sit on the sofa and glance around. Her home is as nice as I expected it to be.  Beautifully furnished, nice back yard, very pristine. Very Victoria. She has pictures of what I assume are her family. Pictures of her laughing as she receives an award, pictures near the Eiffel tower, pictures of her sexy body in a bikini as she's about to go snorkeling, and then my eyes land on a photo with engraving on the frame. "Doctor Victoria...." 

What the fuck??? She's a doctor???

Seriously?

Shit...I knew it. She's too much for me and I instantly think this is a bad idea. She's a damn doctor.  And what am I? A bike thug who works with the mafia and hacks computers. A sarcastic laugh comes from my throat before I stand and start towards the door. She comes back with two glasses of water, just as I step out of the living room.

"Where are you going?"

My eyes close for a minute and I turn back to face her. "I'm sorry Victoria. I think this was a mistake...me coming here, I mean."

She looks at me with confusion, her brows furrow. "What? Why is it a mistake?"

There goes my chest again. "Look, I shouldn't have come. I'm just going to go and you don't have to worry about me bothering you again, ok? I'm sorry."

I almost run out as I slam the door.

Fuck.

Reaching my bike, I grab my helmet, strap it on and slide onto my bike. But I can't move. My breathing is out of control, as I stare at Victoria's door. Why didn't I just tell her how I feel? What the hell is wrong with me?

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

And just then, my phone buzzes.