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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 5 Comfort
She tugged on a pair of black athletic pants with a wide white stripe down the outside side of each leg that matched the T-shirt she slept in. She didn't need to put on a bra. She always wore one with the exception of the one night a week when she allowed herself the freedom of going braless for the night.
Large natural breasts were a curse. She swore she must have been flat-chested in a previous life and wanted to come back with huge breasts. There were so many things she couldn't do like running. She ran only when in danger. There was just too much bounce even with a sports bra. Her breasts would end up down around her waist soon enough. She didn't need to help them get there any faster.
If Jax had called her five minutes later, she wouldn't have told him to come to her room. The nightmare freaked her out because she'd lived it.
There was a tap at her door. She opened it and discovered Jax was carrying too large paper cups.
"I got hot chocolate."
"How did you carry it on your bike?"
"I didn't. There's a twenty-four hour coffee shop around the corner."
"So sweet. Thank you," she said.
She couldn't remember the last time a man had treated her with true kindness, but for all his kindness, he was also working an angle. He was hoping this time at bat, he would score a home run. Too bad for him, he was going to get thrown out at first.
She sat cross-legged on the bed. Jax sat on the bed, a few feet from her.
She took a sip of her hot chocolate.
"Mmm. I can't remember the last time I had real hot chocolate and not the stuff you mix with water and micro," she said. She smiled with happiness.
"Tell me about your nightmare," Jax said.
"Will that help make it go away?"
"Sure. I was serious when I said I would chase away your nightmare."
Damn, he was good. So sincere and so believable. It made sense. You don't bed hundreds of women without having a pretty polished seduction technique.
"It's just your typical nightmare. Someone is chasing me and I'm trying to get away."
"Is this a recurring nightmare?"
She nodded. "I've had it for a couple of years."
"Here's what you do; you change the dream's outcome. Instead of running, stop and shoot the guy. Kill him and you'll kill the dream."
"I like that idea. Instead of being the victim, be the victor."
"The hard part is recognizing you're in a dream and then taking control of it."
"You sound like you've had some experience with recurring dreams."
"My father was killed in a motorcycle accident when I was a kid. I had this dream that I could stop him from making that fatal ride. I spent years having that same dream."
"How often?"
"At least once a month."
"You still have it?"
"No. It finally went away. I didn't know about the changing the outcome to get rid of the nightmare."
As soon as they both finished their hot chocolate, Scarlett got to her feet.
"I appreciate the hot chocolate and the nightmare advice. . ." her voice trailed off.
Jax gave her a quizzical look.
"Relax a little. I'm not going to rape you."
She laughed.
"Sorry. I just want to make sure that I don't mislead you and I want to save you some time. I know your type. Attractive, sexy and rarely if ever turned down by a woman. You are a one and done kind of guy. You are all about the chase and then it's on to the next. I'll save you some time; it won't work on me. When I told you I'm the icy blonde type, I wasn't kidding. It isn't you. I'm defective."
He got to his feet and moved a few feet closer to her.
"I'm surprised you haven't heard that there are no defective women, just inept men."
She laughed.
"I have actually heard it. I still think I'm defective."
"Are you going to be around tomorrow?"
"My hotel room or the town?"
"Either."
"I think so."
"I'll find you tomorrow."
"You are wasting your time on me."
"Life isn't only about sex. I like spending time with you."
"Guys only spend time with girls because they want to have sex with them."
He raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"There is some truth to that," he said with a laugh. "Why don't we just be friends?"
"Men and women can't be friends. It always comes down to sex sooner or later. I don't want to break your heart."
"Are you sure you aren't worried about me breaking your heart?"
"No. I never fall in love."
"Darlin' you are in desperate need of warming up."
"Let me guess—you have the equipment for the job."