Why was he so breathtaking? She had always been attracted to the safe, 9-5 lawyer types with Harvard degrees and Lacoste polos. The ones who could give her the materialistic, trophy wife lifestyle her mother groomed her for.
This man was dangerous. She saw the two small bullet holes in his leather vest, the telltale scars that marred his extensively inked – and dangerously toned – biceps, and the skull-riddled motorcycle behind him. Her mother warned her against men like him, men who could give her nothing beyond one meaningless night followed by a heartbreaking walk of shame the morning after.
And yet she could hardly breathe as he prowled towards her, radiating with the macho confidence her lawyer ex-boyfriends could never pretend to possess. His intense stare raked shamelessly up and down her body and despite her oversized outfit, she managed to feel completely naked. Trying to sound composed, she gasped out the only coherent thought that came to her scrambled mind.
"Yes?"