Instead, he surprised me at every turn.

He reveled in riding on the back of the bike, while the majority of men who weren’t bikers would be scared shitless by my driving. While he’d been awkward in the bar at first, he’d regained his stride and was like one of the guys by the time the night was over.

The joke was on me.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. In some ways, I was relieved he wasn’t just a pretty, rich boy who was only comfortable with his people. In others, this realization made him even more dangerous. I’d gravely miscalculated his star power, and now I was contemplating what my next move might be.

“We should be getting home before it rains,” I said.

“Sounds good.” He paid the bill before I was able to grab it, and we walked to the door. He paused to wave goodbye to all his newfound buddies and told them he’d be back soon. I didn’t wait for him. I pushed the door open, and he soon followed me to the Harley.

We didn’t talk much on our ride back to Seattle. I pulled up in front of Axel’s condo.

“Want to come in for a drink?” Axel asked hopefully.

“I don’t know. I—” I hedged as I considered my options. I really did want to go in for that drink, but did I dare?

“Kaden and Steele should be home, so don’t worry, I won’t make a move on you—yet.”

I hesitated. I really didn’t want this night to end yet. “Okay, just for a short while. I have to be at work early tomorrow morning.”

“It’s only seven thirty.”

“I have time for one drink.” I left my bike in the parking spot on the curb.

His handsome face lit up, and he grabbed my hand, leading me to the front doorway of the large building. I wasn’t sure what I expected, maybe a messy bachelor pad with beer-stained carpets and holes in the walls.

I stopped in the hallway, kicked off my boots, peeled out of my leathers down to my jeans and tank. Then I took a look around.

The place was immaculate and huge with the open concept so popular right now. On the opposite side of the room was a wall of windows looking out at Seattle and Lake Union with sliding doors and a large balcony. The furniture was sleek and modern, done in beiges and whites with dark wood floors and cabinets in the kitchen. While it was beautiful, the décor was impersonal and cold and looked like every other recently decorated place I’d been in lately. This wasn’t my kind of place, too cold, too perfect, and too neat.

“Do you actually live here?” I asked as I gazed around. The kitchen counters were a gleaming dark granite. The large U-shaped kitchen had room for four barstools on the living room side.

Axel chuckled. “Steele is obsessed with cleanliness and tidiness. If it was left up to Kaden and me, this place would be a mess.”