I sat at my desk with a heavy ball of worry in my stomach, looking through photographs of the large, creative office space. Shake Design was one of Denver’s most promising companies and had some truly large national clients, and according to their website, treated their employees well.It was a good job, one that would allow me to direct while still get my hands dirty with design, and it paid a hell of a lot more. To top it off, I’d always wanted to live in Colorado. It was, in a nutshell, the job offer of a lifetime. Henry was waiting for me in the parking lot when I got off work that Wednesday afternoon. He was seated casually on his motorcycle, his helmet in his lap, looking like an ultra-sexy magazine ad for Harley Davison. “Hey, pretty lady, you need a ride?” he asked with a salacious grin as I approached.I placed my purse inside one of the saddlebags and settled in behind him, feeling his heat emanating through his jacket, unable to keep from squirming when my crotch was pressed so close to his ass.“Stop that,”
