CHAPTER 5
SOPHIE
The throttle on my motorcycle is too hot as I ride to work, driving down New York's West Side Highway, my leather jacket damp and heavy against my skin.
The morning weather is overcast and dreary, rain occasionally falling from the leaden sky.
The late October air is hot and muggy against the peek of bare leg underneath my long skirt. But it's no match for the heat that's rising between my thighs at the thought of seeing Jacob Masterson again.
I frown at the thought of him, my breath coming out in short bursts.
It's been months since the housewarming at Sabrina and Lachlan's, but now I was seeing the brainy Brit everywhere.
With every block I pass on the way to work, I see his handsome face. His brown eyes, that wide, soft mouth, those broad shoulders, and his thick
