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I wasn't expecting her, so I guess that's why she blindsided me. This was totally unexpected and at a time when I had all but thrown in my hat and said fuck it.

I'd been playing the field for a while now, and was tired of it. I was looking for something more; something was missing. I'd come close once, but thank God I escaped that nightmare. Turns out she was more interested in status, and all that other superficial bullshit.

So I'd taken a step back, and taken myself out of the game. There just wasn't anyone in my circle that came close to what I was looking for, so I'd decided unofficially to hang it up. I was thirty two, and I guess my biological clock was ticking, if such a thing even existed for a man.

That's when she sidled into my life with no big splash and no fanfare. That wasn't her style, and maybe that's how she did it. Maybe that's how she wrapped herself around my heart so effortlessly.

She was a complete enigma, and she was totally opposite from every woman, or girl, I'd ever been with before. Shy, quiet, and sweet as fuck.

***

My boy Jared had been going on for weeks about his childhood friend. Some chick named Kat that was moving here from Arizona. Why the hell anyone would want to move here was beyond me, but her dad was here, supposedly, and she was coming to live with him.

The way Jared talked I imagined some timid little thing afraid of her own shadow. The way he made it seem like he'd spent their summers together protecting her from everything. I didn't really have time for that type; they usually just got on my fucking nerves with their simpering asses. Always afraid to try new things!

Jared was dying to bring her to meet the crew when she landed, and I wasn't too jazzed about it, but it was his deal, so whatever.

"So, Colt I was thinking."

"What were you thinking, Jared?" I tightened the front wheel of the beauty I was working on. A chopper for some Hollywood hot shot who would probably total the shit in less than a week. Shit, it was his seventy five thousand down the drain. Why should I care?

I looked back at Jared when he didn't answer right away. I have a cool relationship with my guys. Not only were they part of my riding crew, but most of them worked for me building top of the line bikes.

I knew enough to keep one separate from the other, and I took a lot of pride in the product that left my showroom. If someone wasn't pulling their weight, they were gone. Luckily that wasn't a frequent occurrence, but it has been known to happen.

"Why don't you give Kat the job as receptionist. You haven't found anyone to fill the position so far, and I think she would be perfect."

"I don't know man, the way you talk, I'm not sure she would fit in here."

"You won't know until you try, come on, what'll it hurt?"

"Let me think about it, okay? I'm not making any promises." I wiped the oil off my hands as I looked over my handy work.

"Good enough. Thanks man, I just knew she would be perfect."

"You got the hots for this chick?"

"Who, Kat? Nah, she's like my sister man. I just feel I have to look out for her, ya know?"

"Okay, I hear you, when's she coming again?"

"She'll be here in a couple days; I'll bring her around either way for you guys to meet her."

"Sure, Jared, I'll get back to you before then. If anything, I can always give her a trial run."

He trotted off with a grin, so I'm pretty sure he thought it was a done deal, but we'll see. Like I said, I don't have time for timid little girls.

My crew was a rough and rowdy bunch, and I'm the only refined motherfucker in the bunch, but I'm no prince.

That fucker rode my ass for the next day and a half, until I wanted to bitch slap him just to get some peace and quiet.

Yes, we needed a receptionist. The last one was trying way too hard to get fucked, and I never shit where I eat, so bitch had to go. If I'd been remotely interested in hitting the skins, then I might've broken her off a piece before sending her on her way, but nah.

I wasn't too into the ridden hard and put up wet type, unless I was the one doing the riding.

I'm not as fucked up as I sound, at least, I tell myself I'm not. I come from a refined family that has money, prestige, and the whole nine yards, but for some reason around year sixteen, I decided to break the fuck out.

I said fuck you to the preppy schools, and Harvard medical that was glaring me in the face, and I decided to pursue my own joy.

Thankfully I have a father who backs his kids above all else, or my mom would've guilted me into doing some shit that would've made me miserable for the rest of my days.

It didn't help that two years later my older sister Stacy decided to use her art major education to become a tattoo artist, and I swear to this day my mom still blames me.

Stacy is responsible for my tats, and her and her hubby Emory opened their parlor where they did tattoos and piercings for high-end clientele, so we've pretty much got the badass criteria cornered.

I own my own bike shop, and I run a bike crew of hell raisers, while Stacy and Em paint and pierce the gang.

We're not a real gang, and we don't go around starting fights and stupid shit. I'm not exactly barbaric, we're more into raising money for a good cause like helping little old ladies fix their leaky roofs on the weekend, and shit like that, but the reality is that shit does happen, and sometimes that shit can end with someone in the hospital.

We have rivals who don't like the way we rock, and we could give a fuck. We're more guardian angel than hell's angels, and the community loves and respects us.

That doesn't mean we wouldn't fuck a motherfucker up, or that we haven't, it just means that's not what we're all about. We're not glory hounds, and we just love to fucking ride.

***

Now it's Monday, and Jared is supposed to be bringing this chick by any minute for a meet. I still wasn't sure about this, but Jared's a friend, so what can you do?

I heard his hog pull up outside and got up to go out there, because no one entered the inner sanctum unless they were part of the crew.

Jared was walking ahead of...something.

His face broke out in a sappy grin when he saw me.

"Colton, this is Katarina."

I watched her disinterestedly as he made the introductions, and before extending my hand for her to shake.

Her hand was soft and small in mine with a slight tremble, and I wondered what happened to make the little swan so nervous already. Granted my look put fear in grown men, but she was here with one of my men, so she shouldn't be afraid.

Whatever, I didn't have time to placate some scared little virgin afraid of her own shadow.