5 Bikers for Valentines

Still, I couldn't deny my feelings any longer. “I care about you too, Malcolm.”

His smile returned, brighter than ever. “You do? Cynical, grumpy, Casey actually likes me?”

It was hard not to laugh as I playfully punched him in the shoulder. “Shocking, I know,” I said. “I'm as surprised as you are.”

“That makes me really happy, Casey. You have no idea,” he said.

He ran a finger down the side of my face, ticking my flesh. I leaned into his touch and closed my eyes.

“You make me happy, Malcolm,” I said.

There was a knock at the door, which caused me to jump back. I stumbled, nearly falling over the chair in the process. Malcolm caught my hand just in time and helped keep me on my feet.

“Yes?” he said.

Alyssa poked her head into the room, a smile on her face. She looked from me to Malcolm, blushing slightly as if she knew she'd interrupted something.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Crane,” she said. “But, Mr. Brownstein is here to see you now.”

“Tell him I'll be right out,” he said. “Give me a few minutes to wrap this up.”

Alyssa nodded and closed the door behind her as she went. Malcolm walked over to his desk and picked the papers off the floor.

“Think she knew what we'd done in here?”

“Oh, I'd say the entire office knows,” I teased. “Not like I could keep quiet.”

He looked pleased, a cocky expression on his face. “I have to go to this boring meeting,” he said. “But, before I do, what was it you'd wanted to talk about?”

Money. I came here to ask for an advance to help pay my bills. Now, however, after we'd had sex, it just felt wrong. It would have made me feel like more of a whore than sometimes already did.

“Nothing. It's not important,” I said. “I should probably be going.”

“Casey,” he called out to me. His voice was strong and dominant, and stopped me in my step. “Talk to me. What do you need?”

“I – I don't remember,” I lied, staring at the door.

“Yes, you do,” he sighed. “Do you need some money? Something to help you out for the next few months until things are finalized?”

“No,” I choked out.

My voice was weak and halting. It didn't even sound truthful to me.

“I promised to take care of you, and I will,” he said.

I heard a drawer opening and Malcolm shuffled around in it, which caused me to glance over my shoulder at him.

“This should be enough for a few months, anyway,” he said. “If you need more, ask. You're doing me a huge favor, Casey, and I am willing to do whatever it takes to repay you. Don't forget that.”

“I won't, Malcolm. I'll never forget it,” I said quietly. “Thank you.”

I'll also never forget you, I wanted to add, but I kept that to myself. Things were moving way too fast, and it scared the crap out of me. Terrance's words also echoed through my mind – I wasn't good for him, and I should stay away.

Yeah, he was probably right, but Malcolm Crane was a hard person to ignore. Especially when he wanted something.

It just so happened, he wanted me.

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