"Theresa, is everything ok? You look really flushed." Whitney said as Theresa walked into her room.

"No, no I'm fine." she said sitting down.

Whitney looked at her for a while. Theresa's eyes were sparkling and she had a huge grin plastered on her face.

"Why are you smiling?" she asked.

"I just ran into someone..." Theresa replied.

"And who is this someone?" Whitney asked.

"You remember Ethan's half-brother Fox from the wedding?"

Whitney nodded. "So I'm guessing he's someone you want so you're going to ditch the whole independent thing."

"That, is where you're wrong!" Theresa said as she began to pace the room.

"Uh oh, you're starting to pace the room." Whitney said.

"Fox is just like me. He's independent except he has a different woman in his bed every night which is what separates us." she said.

"This has something to do with you because?" Whitney said not getting the picture.

Theresa stopped pacing the room and looked at Whitney. "Oh, no, its not what you're thinking. I just think that it would be fun to hang around him for awhile until I'm bored, and then move on. Nothing official, just a little fun."

"So now you're trying to be a player?" Whitney said laughing.

"No, just a girl who wants to have some fun!" Theresa replied grinning.

"Theresa, don't get yourself into something-"

Theresa put her hand up cutting Whitney off. "I'll be fine, just going to have some fun." She then turned and walked to Whitney's closet. "Can I borrow this shirt? Please?"

"Sure. Just make sure you're careful." Whitney agreed.

"Now have I ever returned something I've borrowed from you damaged?" Theresa said putting her hands on her hips.

"I wasn't talking about the shirt, I was talking about Fox but thats a good point you made. Whatever you do don't get damaged by him in the process, ok?" Whitney asked concerned for her friend.

"I'll be careful, I promise." Theresa said smiling at the thought that Whitney was concerned about her.

"Good." she said smiling. "But if you damage that shirt..."

_____________________________________________________________

Theresa fixed Whitney's shirt on her as she walked out of her house. She was bored and had nothing to do so she was thinking about driving around. Just as she reached in her purse for her keys she heard a loud pop. She looked up to see Fox sitting on a motorcycle in front of her. Her heart immediately began to race but she calmed herself down.

"Hi." she said, making herself sound as if it was no big deal that he was there.

"Hey." he said smiling. "You look...nice." he added.

"Thanks." Theresa replied.

"Oh, I'm surprised you didn't say something about how my leather turns stomachs or something!" he joked.

"Yeah, well you're different.'' she said without knowing it came out of her mouth.

"What do you mean I'm different?" he asked interested.

"I...did I just say that?" she asked as she pointed at herself.

"Yeah, you did." he said flashing his gorgeous smile.

'Gosh he is so hott! I wonder what its like to be one of the women in his bed every night. I wonder what his boxers look like or how he looks in just boxers!' Theresa thought as she smiled forgetting that she was supposed to answer him.

"Hello? Anyone home?" he said snapping Theresa out of her fantasy.

"Oh, oh! Yeah, sorry about that." she said blushing.

"Its ok. You want to go for a spin?" he asked gesturing at the empty space on the motorcycle.

"Oh, no." Theresa said as fear overcame her. "No.'' she repeated.

"Why not? Scared?" he said teasing her.

''I'll admit that I'm a little scared..." she admitted. "I know my limits and thats just too crazy...no. Sorry." she said stepping away.

"I'm hurt." Fox said putting his hand over his heart.

Theresa smiled, "Its nothing against you its just I don't want to...I can't."

"I guess I was wrong about you." he said.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I thought you were truely independent, doing whatever life throws your way...but I was wrong." he said knowing he was causing her to change her mind.

"I am independent." she said crossing her arms.

"Prove it."

Theresa rolled her tongue around in her mouth as she thought.

"Well?" Fox asked after a few moments of silence.

"I'm thinking, shh!" she teased.

Fox rolled his eyes and sighed as he looked at his watch. "I could be having dinner with this girl I met last night-"

"Ok! I'll do it!" Theresa said suddenly as she jumped on the back of the motorcycle.

Fox grinned and handed her a helmet. "You'll need this and you better hold on tight." he advised.

"I'll hold on as tight as you want me to." she said under her breath as she put her helmet on. A tingle went through her body as she wrapped her arms around his waist and then they were off.