Biker Billionaire #1: A Wild Ride by Jasinda Wilder Read Free Book Online Page B

you to come inside me, I knew I was either going to start my period or I was already pregnant, so it didn’t matter.”
    He softened. “Oh. Well...just tell me the truth from now on, okay? If there’s one thing I can’t stand in any way, shape, or form, it’s being lied to, and that includes having the truth withheld. Okay?”
    I nodded. “I didn’t want to think about that when I met you. I wanted to forget about it and hope it would go away. And it did, in a way.” I looked up at him. “I’m sorry.”
    “Don’t be.”
    “Well, I’m also sorry because this means we can’t do anything for a few days. And you sort of started something inside me, like, made me realize how sexually frustrated I was...”
    Shane chuckled. “Well, that’s okay, because we have a long flight ahead of us.”
    I stepped back and looked at him with raised eyebrows. “A long flight? Where are we going?”
    “I did some research on you while you were sleeping. I spoke to your supervisors at the hospital, speaking as the CEO and founder of Rescue Medic Enterprises. They all said you’re rock-solid under pressure, that you’re a certified paramedic and you’ve got extensive experience with field triage techniques. They also said they were doing cuts at the hospital, and you were in line to be let go.”
    I rocked back on my heels. I’d suspected my job was in danger, which was another element to the stress that had likely caused me to be late. But what was he saying? I kept quiet and let him talk.
    “My point is, if you’re up for it, I’d like to welcome you as the newest member of Rescue Medic Enterprises.”
    “You’re hiring me?” I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
    “If you’d like to try something new, yes. Civil war has broken out in Sudan again, and my brothers are already en route. I’ve already booked us two seats out of Metro.”
    My head was spinning. “Sudan? Africa?”  
    Shane nodded, his hand on my arm keeping me from falling over. “Yep. So get dressed, my sexy little lion. Your life’s about to start.”
    I sucked a breath in. “Well then, if we’re going to Africa, I’m going to need something to put on my lady parts.”
    Shane laughed uproariously. “That’s my girl. There’s a little box in the medicine cabinet. It’s my sister’s. She travels a lot, and whenever she passes through Detroit she stays here, so she leaves a little kit of things. The drawers have all sorts of girly shit in them. Help yourself.”
    He kissed me quickly, squeezed my bottom, and left, pulling a cell phone from his hip pocket and hitting a speed-dial button.
    The drawers did indeed have a very thorough supply of feminine-needs products. She had what I needed to take care of my old Aunt Flow, plus some makeup, a brush—which I wished I’d known about last night—and a top-notch hair straightener. I held the straightener in my hands, considering. I’d never really bothered with straightening my hair. I’d tried it a few times, but John never seemed to care either way. Now, about to start a new life with a complete stranger, I decided to go a little out of the box.  
    I straightened my hair, applied some makeup, and left the bathroom feeling sexy and fresh. My hair was now down past my shoulders, fine and shimmery and unlike any way I’d ever worn it. Shane had laid out my bra and panties, washed and dried, and a pair of jeans and leather bustier. They looked expensive, and just my size. I tried them on, and discovered that they did indeed fit me perfectly. I didn’t recognize the bold-looking blonde biker chick in the mirror, but I liked her.
    Shane came up behind me and whistled, a low cat-call. “Damn, Leo. Look at you.”
    I turned around. “I don’t recognize myself.” I ran my hands on the leather bustier, which was a little small, and thus made my already full breasts overflow. “Whose are these?”
    “Yours.” Shane grinned, cocky and devilish. “I guessed at your size from your dress. I’ve