Ryder Cane: This is me

Chapter 3

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, pressing up against mine as our breaths mingled. My body was suddenly very aware of her soft, luscious curves pressing up against my hard frame. She wasn't small, neither big. She had a strong, muscular frame. She stood at least 5.7. I was mesmerized by her beautiful eyes, light grey with a mixture of blue.

Lips I was aching to taste. I've never seen anything more beautiful than her and for a second I thought I was dreaming. I cupped my jaw as I gazed into her eyes. "I'm not here to hurt you," I assured her. Her eyes flickered with humor as she spoke. "I figured. I would have been taken down into a submission hold." I smiled at her as I check to see if she broke my nose.

"Are you real? Please tell me that this is not some kind of sick joke where you dress up as Ryder Cane to scare people." I was taken aback by her question. Do people actually do that kind of thing?

"No, I'm real," I answered taking a step back, away from her. "Oh, god." I frowned at her. "Why are you even hiding in my dressing room?" She asked moving away from me. "I thought it would be the safest place to hide away from the paparazzi," I answered, watching her closely. "Are you okay?" I asked, wanting nothing but to reach out and touch her shoulder as if almost looked like she was going to pass out on me.

"I'm fine. I'm just having a hard time believing that you are really here and I'm talking to you." I couldn't help myself as I let a chuckle slip out. "And you pretty much kicked my ass," I said smiling at her. "I have my three brothers."

"They did a good job by training you how to throw a punch." I watched her smirk. I was quite intrigued because the way she moved and defended herself was nothing from an amateur.

"Alex?" Her mood suddenly changed as she jumped up to gather the curtain in her hands before the person could open them. "Are you alright?" The person asked on the other side of the curtain.

"No! I mean yes." Alex replied stopping them from entering. "Are you sure? I thought I heard something."

"I'm fine ma. Just caught some skin while unzipping the dress." At the mention of her dress, I couldn't control my eyes as they had a mind of their own when they took in her curves. "I can help." The woman sounded persistent. I heard Alex sigh before she answered. "I got it out, I just need to get dressed." I quirked an eyebrow at the sound of annoyance in her voice.

"Fine, just hurry up." I looked at Alex when she turned around. "I have to get out of here before she figures out that I'm lying." I tried not to be disrespectful as I continued to appreciate her curves, toned long legs, small waisted with a small tease of her abs, and her full, round plump breasts. The dress she was wearing hugged her luscious curves pretty nicely.

"What?" She asked making me feel like an i***t for checking her out in the open like this. "Nothing," I answered shaking my head, feeling disappointed with myself. "I would so ask for an autograph but I don't think is the right time." She said bending down to retrieve her clothes.

"I will go. They are probably gone by now." I needed to get out here before I do something I'm going to regret further on. I moved over to the exit when she stopped me. She almost sounded vulnerable. "Can I just ask you one favor?"

"Sure." I nodded. "Can you help me with this zip?" She asked, turning around so her back was facing me. My eyes immediately took in her curved ass. I raised my eyes back up to her and watched her gather her long blond hair in her hands. I inhaled a deep breath of fresh air, trying to force my hands not to shake as I reached out to pull the zipper down.

My fingertips brushed against her soft, smooth skin and I watched in fascination as goosebumps rose all over her skin. I wasn't the only one who was affected by whatever was going on here. I pulled the zipper down and without saying a word, I left her dressing room in a rush.

My heart still racing at the feel of her skin underneath my fingertips. I drew my fingers through my hair as I walked down the sidewalk back to the diner, wondering how a woman I've never met, can have this effect on me.

Not one of my girlfriends has ever made me feel like this. I was attracted to them but felt like this. Never.

I reached the diner, got my helmet from Bernie, and made my way back over to my house where my father was waiting for me. "I thought I was going to have sent in a rescue mission to extract you." I laughed at my father's comment as I walked over to him. I dropped my bike keys on the counter and grabbed myself a coffee.

My father quirked an eyebrow and gestured to my jaw as he spoke. "Do I want to know what happened? Did the paparazzi get out of hand?" He asked. "Actually you are going to be surprised when I tell you that a girl actually did this." My father's eyes widened from surprise.

"Actually, she is far from being a girl. She's a woman, tough and absolutely breathtaking." I muttered placing my cup down and brushing my finger over the rim of the cup.

"A woman punched you on the jaw and you are sitting here daydreaming about her?" My dad asked. "She can handle herself quite well, moves like a fighter, and kicked ass like one as well," I said. "You got the number of this woman?" My dad asked and I sensed he was teasing me.

"My mind was pre-occupied with other thoughts at that moment," I said watching my dad have a crack at this.

"What did you do to have her throw a punch at you?" He asked. "Hid in her dressing room and I did the mistake of trying to silence her, not realizing she knew how to defend herself."

"Seems like you met your kryptonite, son." My dad said giving me a playful slap on the shoulder. I wasn't even going to argue with him because it is the first woman who got me on my ass with her fist.