Biker's Virgin

Both Molly and David looked at me in surprise, and I was forced to explain my question and change my tone. “I mean, how long are you planning on staying in Hawaii for?”

“I’m only here for two more nights,” David admitted, much to my delight. “Sadly, I’m heading back to boring LA.”

“I wasn’t aware LA was boring,” Molly l

aughed.

“Compared to Hawaii, it can be,” he replied. “Especially if you’ve lived there your entire life.”

“Well,” I said, satisfied that he wouldn’t be a fixture around my resort. “Enjoy your meal; I won’t keep you from it.”

As I walked away, I could have sworn the smile on Molly’s face changed slightly. She looked almost as though she were smirking at me. But when I glanced back over at the couple, she wasn’t even looking at me. She looked completely engrossed in her dull partner.

A few minutes after I sat down, my meal arrived, steaming hot and smelling delicious. On any other night I would have devoured the plate in ten minutes flat, but tonight, I found that I had no appetite. The hunger I had felt when I’d walked into Albero had disappeared in the face of Molly and her unexpected guest.

Suddenly, another thought popped into my head. What if they spent the night together? What if they finished their meal and then went up to the suite to have sex? I hated the thought of Molly having dinner with a man—the idea of her having sex with someone else was just too much for me to process.

I picked at my fettuccine, but every few seconds my eyes traveled to Molly and David. He was touching her far more than was appropriate, and I was starting to get dissatisfied with my drink.

“Kani,” I said, flagging him down. “Get me something stronger.”

“Uh…we have many options, sir.”

“Black Russian,” I said, pushing aside my reservations. “Get me a Black Russian.”

“Right away, sir.”

I was still staring at Molly and David when I spied Gregory entering the restaurant alone. Deciding that I needed a good distraction to keep my attention off Molly and her date, I spoke to Kani when he arrived with my drink.

“Kani, can you see that gentleman by the bar?”

“Mr. Winchester?”

“Good, you know him,” I nodded. “Tell him that I’ve invited him to join me at my table.”

“Right away, sir,” Kani nodded.

A few moments later, Gregory approached and sat down opposite me. “Well, well… I seriously thought you’d flake out on your promise to catch up.”

“What gave you that idea,” I said, resisting the urge to glance around Gregory’s head to sneak a peek at Molly. “Have you eaten here before?”

“Twice,” Gregory admitted. “For lunch. The food here is fantastic.”

“The chef is Italian.”

“It shows,” he nodded. Then he frowned and looked behind me. “Who are you staring at?” he asked.

Cursing myself for being so indiscreet, I tried to play it off. “No one,” I said calmly.

“Ah,” he nodded, as his eyes fell on Molly. “The blonde in the blue dress… I think she’s taken. But I don’t blame you for staring. She’s a beauty.”

“She’s my best friend’s little sister,” I said. “I’m just trying to make sure she’s okay.”

Gregory laughed. “You’re trying to pass this off as brotherly concern?”

“It is brotherly concern,” I said, hoping I sounded convincing.

He shrugged, but he seemed to believe me. “Okay, if you insist. I misread the situation.”