Free Pure Temptation by Eve Carter

blue eyes. A statue of a god, Michelangelo’s David or a model for Da Vinci’s study of the human male form. Either way, his muscles were perfect. Toned, sculpted and chiseled. His face was tan, radiating virility and …confidence, most of all, supreme confidence. Like no one had better mess with him. He was badass, the epitome of the American male. He seemed like the kind of guy who carved his own path. I could see it in his eyes. It was all instantly recognizable. What he wore, drove and drank. He was a man who knew exactly what to choose, when to choose and where to choose. He was pure badass and worst of all…he was a shining incarnation of pure temptation.
     
    Dare I answer the siren’s call? My hunger was about to make the decision for me, but I was on the run from some very bad guys and suppose to lay low, not mix it up with the hottest guy in town.
     
    “No, sorry, I don’t accept lunch invitations from strangers….”
     
    I took in one last drink of my eye-candy before Lucille spotted me. She came running and waving at me, heading in my direction. Damn .
     
    I grabbed the muscular hand that was attached to the hunky stranger and steered him around the corner out of her view.
     
    Our feet hit the pavement as we strode down the sidewalk in the bright sun of one of the first days of summer. “Alright, I’ll have lunch but we should hurry. My bus just stopped for a break and it will be leaving again soon.”
     
    “Let’s take my bike.” He pointed toward a black motorcycle heavily encumbered with shiny, chrome accents glistening in the sun. Harley Davidson, I should have guessed.
     
    I had never been on a bike before but there was always a first time for everything, and I never said no to a challenge.
     
    “Let’s do it.” I jumped on the back of the Harley and seconds later, we were riding towards the center of town. It was a quaint little town, small shops and inviting cafes lined the main street. But too close to the bus station for comfort. “Let’s go someplace off the beaten path. Is there a nice café somewhere?”
     
    “I know just the place,” he said.
     
    With the roar of the bike’s powerful engine, we easily escaped out of sight from relentless Lucille. A couple of minutes later, we were safely sitting with our elbows leaning on a red checkered table cloth in a cozy café.
     
    “They have great salads here,” he said with a leering wink to me as the waitress was waiting to take our order.
     
    “Salad? I need something solid. I’m starving. How about a burger?”
     
    He raised his eyebrows with surprise and smiled. “I like the way you think.”
     
    He turned to the waitress and said, “Make that, two large burgers…”
     
    “With everything,” I added before she could ask. The waitress scribbled our order on her pad then headed to the kitchen.
     
    He gave me that look again, like he was surprised but pleased. I couldn’t help but stare at him, his face was sculpted like a god, a strong chin and those eyes, so deep and blue and so full of…something unique. I couldn’t put my finger on it, something warm, yet cold. Like two opposites in one location. Whatever, I was only here for lunch and then it was back on the bus…but he was fucking hot.
     
    We made a little small talk about the weather, the cafe and the town. It was awkward, sitting across the table from a guy I didn’t know from Adam. What was I thinking, jumping on the back of his bike in a heartbeat? Acting like I did this kind of thing all the time. It felt good though, acting differently than my usual self, being spontaneous and unpredictable.
     
      “Do you mind telling me your name?” he asked as the waitress placed our hamburgers on the table.
     
    “I’m Hanna,” I lied. I wasn’t going to tell anyone my real name. “And you are…”
     
    “John. John Connors at your service, ma'am,” he chuckled. There was that perfect smile again.
     
    I held out my hand. “Pleasure to make your