Free Biker for the Night (For The Night #6) by C. J. Fallowfield, Book Cover By Design, Karen J

brogues. I sipped my coffee as I
grinned to myself. He may be able to ride a bike with the speed and apparent
skill of Ricky Carmichael, but Logan Steele wasn’t a hardened bad boy biker. In
fact if I took him home, I think even father would approve. Hot as Logan was
though, and he was scorching, I was already smitten with my own bad boy and
even if Logan wouldn’t admit it, it seemed he was just as taken with a certain
up and coming actress.
    ‘You’re welcome, I’d better go and check your
car’s ready,’ he replied with another wink over his shoulder, as he jogged down
the stairs. I laughed and tucked into an amazing buttery croissant, I was going
to have to get this bakery to give our cook some tips.
     
    I found Logan on his phone when I headed down and
he quickly hung up and smiled at me.
    ‘Ready?’
    ‘I’d say yes, but I’m not sure what I’m agreeing
to.’
    ‘Road trip, then a proper breakfast.’
    ‘I had a proper breakfast,’ I reminded him.
    ‘That was a snack, an unhealthy but delicious
snack. After all that physical exertion last night, you need some proper sustenance.’
    ‘I think you were the one doing all the exerting,’
I laughed.
    ‘Trust me, you’ll be happy with my choice,’ he
added, with a mysterious smile as he handed me the leather jacket and motorbike
helmet.
    ‘Your driver’s meeting me here,’ I reminded him.
    ‘David? I cancelled him.’
    ‘I need to be in Chelsea at nine, I promised my
bodyguard Kane I’d meet him at Mimosa, an upmarket Sunday breakfast hangout.’
    ‘I know it, don’t worry, Kane will find you there
on time.’
    ‘Are we coming back here?’
    ‘No and don’t worry about your clothes and stuff,
my driver will bring them in a bag to you there, before nine.’
    Logan really was organised, I’d have to pass on
his details to Tiffany, he was worth every single penny. I’d never forget last
night, as long as I lived. He sped down the street, taking charge of the bike
with all the skill of a seasoned champion racer. I idly wondered if there was
anything Logan couldn’t do, as he headed towards the city centre, surprising
me. I wondered where he was taking me? We chatted about his love of Harleys as
we zipped along and watched the city coming to life with dustbin men and street
sweepers cleaning up, shop keepers laying out boxes of fresh fruit and veg
ready for opening time. I lay my head on Logan’s shoulder and closed my eyes as
I tightened my grip around his waist, warming my hands with the heat from his
body. I felt so tired, I knew exactly what I’d be doing this afternoon, having
a well-deserved forty winks.
    ‘We’re here,’ came the voice through my headset
and I opened my eyes to find Logan had parked up in one of the small squares in
Chelsea.
    ‘Chelsea? Why are we here, did I fall asleep and
it’s already nine?’
    ‘No,’ he laughed. ‘We’re having breakfast at
Mimosa’s, then I have a surprise for you.’
     
    ‘O my God, that was delish,’ I sighed, as I
cleared my plate of eggs Benedict with extra spinach.
    ‘Hmmm, I needed that,’ Logan nodded, as he drained
his second coffee. I was amazed at how much the man ate, then again he did work
up one hell of an appetite. He’d had eggs Benedict too, with a “side” of eggs
Florentine and smoked salmon, a tropical fruit salad and two rounds of
wholemeal toast with organic peanut butter to finish off. ‘What?’ he exclaimed,
as I grinned.
    ‘You have one crazy appetite. So, it’s still only
seven-twenty. Do you have any topics of conversation to fill the next hour and
forty minutes, before Kane arrives and I get an earful?’
    ‘No, I’ve already settled up, so I’ll be leaving
you here.’
    ‘On my own?’ I looked at him surprised, as he
stood up and bent over to plant a kiss on my cheek.
    ‘I enjoyed meeting you, Eve. Here’s your phone
that you weren’t supposed to bring with you,’ he advised as he handed it back
to me. Damn it, I’d forgotten about it and