Free City Limits: A Biker Erotic Romance by Miriam Becker

 
    CITY LIMITS
    Sasha Green was tired of living for Friday; tired of wishing her life away. Every Monday began her work week. She was up at 6:00 am and at her desk by 8:00. She’d spend the next 4 hours crunching numbers and dealing with annoying customers and co-workers. At noon, she would eat a bland, boring lunch at her desk before returning to the mind-numbing monotony of her mediocre job with its mediocre pay.
    Sasha was also a good girl. She went where she was directed and did what she was told. She paid her bills on time, her taxes were filed without errors, and she made sure to have her physical and dental check up every year. She did everything she was supposed to and while she was doing it, the days, weeks, and years slipped by her. Afraid to step out of her comfort zone, she instead watched her life flow by her like a river rushing toward the sea.
    In less than an hour she’d be 30 years old, and what did she have to show for it—some really healthy houseplants and a 401k? She’d had dreams once and now, sitting at her desk in her boring office at her boring job, she wondered what ever happened to them.
    She was brought out of these musings by the dawning awareness of her officemate Kendra Abbott standing beside her desk desperately trying to get her attention. “Hey! Earth to Sasha!” She asked loudly as she waved her hand in front of Sasha’s face.
    “What?” Sasha blinked and looked up at her co-worker. “Sorry. Uh, just spaced out there.” She cleared her throat and asked again, “What?”
    “C’mon. It’s five o’clock and I’m taking you out for a birthday drink.” Kendra was holding Sasha’s jacket with a determined look on her pretty face. “No way you’re going home tonight to sit alone in your apartment and wonder where the years went.” She had heard the sob story of Sasha’s do-nothing life more than once.
    Sighing, the birthday girl shut down her computer, gathered her belongings and followed Kendra out to the parking lot. As Sasha turned toward her car, Kendra grabbed her arm and said, “I’ll drive. It’s not far and I can drop you at your car afterwards.”
    “Do me a favor,” Kendra said abruptly as she drove the short distance to the bar. “When we get there, don’t judge. I met a pretty nice guy here a couple of weeks ago.” She smiled. “He’s the one who suggested we come out tonight.”
    “Yeah. Okay.” Sasha knew how the younger girl liked to conduct her love affairs. They burned hot and were usually very short-lived, so this “pretty nice guy” must be something special if she was seeing him again. But then, Kendra had a wild side and their definition of “nice guy” might be somewhat different.
    When they pulled into the lot and Sasha saw the row of motorcycles lined up neatly outside the entrance, she had a mild panic attack. What was Kendra getting her into?
    “A biker bar? You can’t be serious.” Concern was evident on Sasha’s face. “I don’t think I can go in there.”
    “You said you wouldn’t judge!” She accused as she pulled her phone out of her purse and sent a quick text. “Besides, it’s a private club, really. Eddie, the guy I told you about, is getting us in tonight.”
    Sasha still hesitated. This was out of her comfort zone and she most emphatically did not like to be out of her comfort zone!
    “Ugh!” Kendra made a noise of disgust, then said, “Just get out of the car!”
    This is what she had been daydreaming about, wasn’t it—about doing something different, maybe even exciting. “Okay! Okay!” She finally agreed, “I’m getting out of the car. My birthday is in your hands!”
    Kendra’s smile was huge. “You won’t regret it!”
    The door opened as if on cue when they reached it and a dark-haired man, at least a foot taller than Sasha’s 5’3”, stood back to let them file past him. “Thank you,” she said out of polite habit.
    “Any time, Princess.”
    His voice was deep and sensual and she turned