Hewitt: Jagged Edge Series #1 by A.L. Long Read Free Book Online Page B

I moved in a couple of days ago. Don't know how long I'll be here, though. I recently got laid off from the law firm I worked at, and working at a coffee shop doesn't exactly pay the bills." Brie said regretfully.
     
    "I might be able to help you out. I'm opening a new art gallery and looking for a good assistant."
     
    "Thanks for the offer, but I don't know anything about art," Brie confessed, stuffing the rest of her things in her bag.
     
    "I'll teach you. Besides, it will save me the time of interviewing." Even though I just met Brie, I could tell she was in need of a better job. Even though Dylan was my best friend, it would be nice to have another female friend.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER EIGHT
    Lilly
     
     
     
     
    Peter was right on time. I wasn't sure what he had planned, so I chose to wear something simple: a pair of skinny jeans and a pink lacy tank top. Taking a last look at myself in the mirror, I went to answer the door. There in front of me stood a man that oozed male domination. He was wearing faded jeans, a black v-neck t-shirt and a leather jacket. I could feel a tingle between my legs letting me know the effect this man had on me. Still staring at his gorgeousness, I somehow manage to step aside so that he could come through the door. He gently swiped his thumb across my lips, which set my body on fire. I could feel my nipples harden beneath my lacy tank. Trying hard not to show the effect he was having on me, I closed the door and said, "So where are we going?"
     
    Looking down at my five-inch peep-toe stilettos, he said, "You may want to change your shoes. I brought my bike."
     
    "Oh," I said, surprised, looking down at my feet and my pink toenails peeking out. "I didn't know you had a motorcycle."
     
    "There are a lot of things you don’t know about me Lilly," he advised. "You may want to grab a jacket too. It could get chilly."
     
    Leaving the condo after I changed into my boots and gray leather jacket, we headed out into the night. The sun was just setting, but it was still pretty warm. Parked in front of my building was a sleek black Harley with shiny chrome tailpipes on each side. I had never seen anything more beautiful. Handing me a helmet, Peter straddled the bike and started the engine. I just stood there and watched as his thigh muscles flexed tightly against his jeans. Taking my hand, he helped me get on the bike. I had never ridden one, so I wasn’t sure where to hold him. He must have felt my concern, because he took first one hand, then the other and wrapped them around his waist. "Hold on tight, baby,” he said as we began moving away from the curb.
     
    Even though I had a helmet on, I could feel the warm air blowing against my face. I began to appreciate the reason behind owning a motorcycle. It gave me a feeling of freedom. I didn't know what it was, but I felt safe holding on to Peter. Not because I would probably fall off if I didn't, but because I knew he wouldn't let anything happen to me. Sitting behind him, I placed my head against his shoulder and took in his scent. With the wind blowing, his scent was even more addictive than before.
     
    Moments later, we were out of the city on our way through the Holland Tunnel and into New Jersey. I wasn't sure where we were going, but I was enjoying the ride nonetheless.
     
    As we turned onto Morgan Street, a beautiful building came into view. It was lit up with bright lights and must have been at least fifty floors high. As Peter entered the parking garage, I only assumed that he lived here, or at least someone he knew did. Working his way through the garage, he finally pulled into a spot next to a black Camaro. I remembered him owning one, so once again I assumed it was his.
     
    Peter helped me remove my helmet and steadied me as I got off the bike. My legs were a little wobbly from the