Free ROMANCE: MC BIKER ROMANCE: Bad Boy Biker's Baby (Bad Boy Alpha Male Motorcycle Club Romance) (Contemporary MC Biker Pregnancy Romance) by Tia Siren Page B

and you’re the only person I trust right now.  It’s only for the weekend and then we’ll be right back here.  I promise you.”
    She shrugged, “I think I can handle that, I didn’t have much else going on.  I’ll start packing.” 
    I followed suit and started packing as well.  I had no idea what I should be prepared for; I also had no idea if we weren’t being conned into anything so I threw a can of mace into my purse for safeties sake and hoped I wouldn’t have to use it.
    An hour later and the two of us opened the door to the gentleman still standing there waiting.  Upon seeing him like this I started feeling a little bad that we hadn’t invited him in for to wait.
    “I am feeling like a jerk.  Sorry we didn’t invite you in.” I said. 
    “Quite alright, Miss.  It wouldn’t be proper anyhow.  Shall I carry your things?” he began picking up my bag, which made me feel even worse.
    “It’s okay, I got this; it isn’t too heavy or anything.  Please lead the way.” 
    The ride was smooth and quite luxurious.  We even made a stop for some snacks on the way to the airport.  We learned that the drivers name was Marvin as well.  I pried and found out that he was John’s personal driver which gave a little more credibility to the man who was spiriting us away for the weekend.
    The car pulled up in a hangar at the airport where a small personal jet was waiting with a pilot standing at the end of the stairs leading inside.  I had to slap myself again to see if this was real only to once again feel the familiar sting on my cheeks. 
    “Miss Cassidy, we’ve prepared a bottle of champagne aboard to enjoy while you wait.  Mr. Harris should be joining us shortly.” 
    He helped us into the craft where a flight attendant waited with a bottle in hand. 
    “Please take a seat wherever you’d like.” She said.
    I sat on the couch propped against a series of windows and took in my surroundings.  The seats were rich leather with an embossed letter ‘H’ at the head.  There were 4 rows of seats that swiveled back and forth which Maggie was enjoying at the moment and in the front was a large television that was currently turned off. 
    The flight attendant came over and took my things; carrying them off to storage. 
    “Maggie, I think I was selling John short.  This seems a bit too real to be a prank.” I said.
    Maggie giggled like a schoolgirl and continued to play in the chair. 
    “You know, Cass.  A girl could get used to this.  How did last night go?  You never told me.” She replied.
    “Last night?  Well, it was a fun date, as far as date’s go.  But, we never really talked about anything aside from small talk.  He seemed a bit standoffish.  I stopped even trying to flirt.”
    “You wouldn’t mind if I were to ask him out then, would you?  I thought he was super cute.  Maybe he just wasn’t into you that much.” 
    Maybe she was right.  He did seem a bit distant in our conversations so maybe he just humored me the rest of the night.  Still, this would be an interesting weekend.
    “Maggie, he’s all yours if you think he’ll be into you.  I’ll just try my best to enjoy the weekend.”
    Maggie nodded and bit her lip.  She would always bite her lip like that when she was really interested in a guy she liked.  I could see the two of them getting along well.  She grew up on a farm in Iowa so she knew a thing or two that I didn’t.  If John really did own a nice ranch I could see nobody better to be by his side.
    And yet, I felt a sting of envy when I thought about anyone but me with him.  I casually put aside my envy and decided that maybe drinking would help me relax a bit more this weekend. 
    I pulled the bottle from its chilled, silver holster and poured myself and Maggie a glass.               
    “To the weekend, and to new memories.” I toasted. 
    We chimed our glasses and sipped just in time for John to arrive.
    “Why hello there, y’all