Biker's Virgin

“Can’t I cancel this time, too?”

“Only if you want her storming in here and throwing a hissy fit.”

“Fuck,” I said, in defeat. “Fine…where did she want to have dinner?”

“Albero’s.”

“No,” I said firmly. “I’m not in the mood for Albero’s tonight.”

“You haven’t been since Molly left.”

I shot Ben a glare. “Change our reservation to Mosaic and inform Emma.”

“You’d better hurry,” he told me. “It’s nearly eight.”

“I’m going,” I said, getting up and heading out. “Inform Emma.”

I made my way to my suite. I’d been in the same clothes since morning, and I needed a shower and a change. I knew it would make me a few minutes late but I decided that Emma would give me shit anyway, so it wouldn’t matter either way.

When I arrived at Mosaic, she was sitting under the lights of the restaurant’s largest crystal chandelier. She was wearing a slinky dress in a bright red and her dark hair was draped over one shoulder. She was smiling at my bartender when I slipped into the seat opposite her.

“It’s against resort policy for staff to date the guests.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re late.”

“Stop flirting with my bartender.”

“What’s his name?”

“None of your business.”

“He’s cute.”

“Are you not listening?”

“I am listening,” she smiled sweetly at me. “I just don’t care about your stupid rules.”

“You’re too young for him.”

“I’m almost twenty-two.”

“Exactly my point.”

Emma sighed and picked up her wine glass. “I took the liberty of ordering some wine. Would you like some?”

“No.”

“I was certain you would cancel on me tonight, too.”

“I very nearly did,” I admitted.

“For a legitimate reason?”

“All my reasons are legitimate.”

“So, no?”

I smiled. “Can’t we just sit here and have a pleasant catch-up, brother to sister?”