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I wont be able to update in about a month due to moving house so I've written a little more then I was intending to keep you going.

A/N: updating and added little bits here and there. sorry for making you all wait. I promise I am going to be adding a few new chapters soon.

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Chapter 3:

Misty arrived down to the hotel lobby five minutes early. She had never been one to take a lot of time getting ready. She literally would just put on the clothes she wanted and be ready. Same thing when taking a shower or bath, she rarely spent more then ten minutes at a time. Being taunted as much as she was by her adoptive parents about her looks. Misty just never saw a need to spend a lot of time on looks. Never wore make up or wore fancy clothes. comfortable and confidant is how she liked to be and feel.

Misty was really excited but at the same time nervous about the upcoming bike ride. Having always had a fascination with motorcycles, Misty would spend all her free time in school reading up on them. On the mechanics behind them. She was too scared to ever ride one let alone own one. It was her dream to own one though.

As she was walking outside for fresh air, the hotel valet had just brought around a custom Harley motorcycle. The body was a crimson red with faint Smokey skulls over it as well as a devils head. It was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen in her life. It was like her dream motorcycle.

Mark had just come back to the lobby early after having a cup of coffee. He didn't like being late for anything. As he turned to exit the hotel for some fresh air he saw Misty waiting for him. He smiled as he liked it when people were on time or earlier. He noticed she was staring at something with a smile on her face. He liked her smile. 'Where did that come from? Not now Mark, you are not ready yet' he thought to himself.

Mark turned his head to look at what had Misty smiling. The same thing had him smiling as it was his prized possession... his Harley. He remembered winning her in a poker game. She looked a lot different now to when he had won her. He had a custom paint job done on her to suit to his tastes. She was his dream ride. Always purred like a kitten, never once let him down. Very low maintenance... sort of how he liked his women. He found it hard to trust women after a few failed past marriages and relationships. As far as Mark was concerned it was just him and his bike...no one else.

"She's a treasure!"

Mark jumped at the sound of Misty's voice.

"Is that your bike Si...? Mark?"

"Sure is. I've travelled a lot of miles on her. She's been the most comfortable ride in my life." Mark said with pride in his voice.

"And the safest? You ever had an accident on her or any other bike?" She asked nervously.

"Nope, never... Touch wood." Mark reached over and touched a tree by the door of the hotel.

"I'm really sorry for being down here earlier then planned. I have a habit of being really early. I'd rather be early then late." She said nervously.

"Hell darlin' I don't mind at all. I'm the same actually. I hate being late."

Mark walked out to where his bike was and got the keys off of the valet of the hotel. As Mark was paying the valet a tip for looking after his bike, Misty was unsure weather to follow Mark or not. She decided to wait until he called her over. She was always told "Don't follow, unless told" and that kept playing over and over in her head.

He eyed up his bike to make sure there were no marks left from the valets. Mark turned around to expect Misty there but then he noticed she was still inside the hotel lobby, looking like she was frightened and unsure of where to go or what to do. As he walked closer to her he could hear her muttering to her self under her breath. Misty suddenly became aware she was muttering out loud and not in her head when she saw Mark stop in front of her and looked at her as if she was cursing him.

"You know it's rude to mutter under your breath. Some people find it offensive." Mark said seriously.

"I'm sorry. I was just unsure whether to follow you outside or not. I was always told "Don't follow, unless told." She said looking at the floor.

"Well whoever told you that was wrong. As far as I'm aware you are an adult. You can do what you want." Mark said looking her up and down discreetly, noting to help her find a style to suit her more and show some skin.

Mark shook his head at the last thoughts...

"Right, let's get going as I'm starving. Here is a helmet for you." Mark handed her a crimson red helmet that matched his Harley.

"Thank you Mark!" Without any thought Misty jumped forward and hugged Mark.

Scared by her actions Misty jumped back and started to apologize for her actions.

"It's ok, it's just a helmet for you to wear for the ride darlin'." Mark inwardly felt warm by the hug but held any thoughts back. He wasn't ready yet.

Mark got onto the Harley first and turned to see Misty having trouble with the strap on the helmet.

"Come here and I'll help you with that."

Misty walked over and kept her eyes away from Mark's eyes, trying to shake a weird feeling she had never experienced before. She was ignoring it.

"There you go." He had just fixed the strap when he noticed Misty was looking down and away from him.

Mark lifted Misty's chin with his forefinger and thumb so she was facing him.

"Don't worry. As I said before, it will be the safest ride in your life." He smiled at her and saw her looking happier but still nervous about something. He just put it down to first ride nerves. He was hoping she wasn't scared of him for being stern with her in the hotel room.

"I trust you Mark" Misty smiled back at Mark but tried to hide her nervousness about her new feelings. Inwardly kicking herself.

After they both got onto the bike, Mark explained to Misty about holding around his waist when riding and if she wanted him to stop then squeeze her thighs on his legs for him to pull over.

"Right, you ready?"

"Yes I am." misty said nervously.

Mark started the bike and it came roaring to life. he revved it a little bit first to get it warmed up and then put his thumb up to let Misty know that he was bout to go.

And then they were off. Mark took it slow to begin with but then he got a smirk and decided to push some limits. He revved and went faster. Misty loved every moment of her first ride and doubly loved the warmth from Marks body. She loved that he was going faster and faster. She wished the ride would never end as she was truly happy for the first time in her life.