Biker's Virgin

“No.”

“Suit yourself,” he shrugged. I hated how calm he was being. It made me look like some raving lunatic who had just barged into his room early morning. “There really is no need for all of this, you know.”

“All of what?” I demanded.

“The hostility,” Gregory said. “You kept insisting that Molly was nothing more to you than your friend’s sister. So naturally, I assumed you would have no problem with me dating her. Now that it’s obvious you’re in love with—”

“What are you talking about?” I demanded, cutting him off. “I’m not in love with Molly.”

He raised his eyebrows. “You’re not?”

“I’m not.”

His face cracked into a wide grin. “I see. And do you always get this worked up about women you have absolutely no romantic interest in?”

“She’s Jason’s sister, and I’m just looking out for her.”

“Why?” Gregory asked. “Because I’m not good enough for her?”

“I wanted to avoid saying that to your face, but yes,” I said. “She is too good for you.”

Rather than appear offended, his grin grew wider. “You know what,” he said. “I actually happen to agree with you. Molly’s a fantastic woman. Not only is she brilliant and beautiful, but she also happens to be a truly kind and thoughtful person. Did you know she knows all the waiters by name?”

“I…uh…no,” I said, stumbling over my words and more than a little surprised by Gregory’s strange reaction to my presence in his suite. “I didn’t know that.”

“She’s had several part-time jobs, too,” Gregory continued. “All of which she crammed into a period of five years before she started college.”

“She worked a lot,” I nodded impatiently. “I knew that.”

“Do you know why?”

I paused for a second. “I… What is the point of this?” I demanded. “What are we even talking about?”

“We’re talking about the fact that you are clearly in love with Molly,” Gregory said. “Even though you refuse to admit it. And yet, you have neglected to get to know her. She’s a stunning, fascinating woman, Tristan, and she might actually make a difference in your life. Have you ever considered that perhaps she just might be your perfect match?”

“I… She…” I stopped for a moment, annoyed with how flustered I was getting. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Perhaps I am,” Gregory nodded. “But you’re being foolish. In any case, if I am to believe your version of the story, which is that you’re only trying to protect Molly—”

“I am,” I insisted.

“Then you leave me no choice but to point out that Molly is her own person,” Gregory said. “She’s not a child; she’s a twenty-four-year-old woman, and you do her a disservice by treating her like an infant.”

“I’m—”

“Maybe you should let her make her own decisions?”

I stared at him for a moment. “I know you, Gregory,” I said, with narrowed eyes. “You can be a real charmer, especially when it comes to women. Molly might think she can handle it, but what happens when you cast her aside for some other girl?”

“You think so little of me?”

“I’ve seen it happen.”

“And, you’ve never done the same thing before?” he asked pointedly.

“I… That’s different,” I said weakly.

“Why?” he demanded.