Melissa rewarded him with a kiss on his lips, before a blissful smile spread across her face. Her brown eyes glimmered, as she looked up at him.

“You.” She gasped. “You did it. It was great.”

“Thanks.” He returned the smile. “You were amazing.”

“But I didn’t do anything.” Melissa sounded surprised.

“You didn’t have to.” Bruce shook his head sideways, once, lowering his tone. “I would have sex with you on a bed of nails. You’re so pretty… So sexy…”

“Awww, you have to stop being so cute, Mr.” She purred like a contented cat. “You might regret it.”

“Why would I?” He laughed.

“Because you’re making me want to…” Melissa faltered. “Do things to you.”

“Ok, hold that thought.” Bruce murmured, averting his gaze from her. He looked around him. Their surroundings amused him.

“Damn.” He snorted. “I can’t believe I just had sex by the pool.”

“Let’s not talk about the past.” She suggested, as she put her hands on his chest and pushed him back. Bruce leaned back and eventually got up, maintaining eye contact with her. Before he could speak though, Melissa had something more to say to him.

“I realized something when we were on that cliff.” She spoke in a calm tone, rising as well. “You got secrets. Well, so do I. Who doesn’t? But, I think we’re good together. We have something in common. We make each other laugh.”

“I can’t argue with that.” He admitted.

“So, is it?” Melissa inquired.

“Is it? Is it what?” Bruce squinted at her, confused.

“Is a woman riding a Harley hot?” She elaborated.

“It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He confessed. “I could spend hours watching you on that bike.”

“Really?” Melissa sounded surprised. “I thought men liked staring at women in bikinis or short skirts.”

“Men can be different, Melissa.” Bruce stated. “Some like blondes, some others, like me, prefer brunettes. Take a look at Matt. He left with your friend last night. She’s cute, but I don’t like her that much. She’s a little too blonde for my taste. Not all of us like the same things in women. I think you know what I mean.”

“I do.” She smiled up at him, taking one step closer. Melissa put her hands into his palms and bent her head towards him, finally resting it on his chest. She closed her eyes, tightening her grip on his hands.

“Mmm, this feels so good.” She whispered. “I could stay in this moment for hours.”

“Me, too.” He replied, burying his face in her hair. “I don’t think I’m going to go to L.A.”

“L.A.?” Melissa whispered, leaning back, a hint of fear in her voice.

“Yeah, me and Matt were planning to go to Malibu next week.” Bruce explained. “I don’t know about him, but I want to stay here.”

“Stick around, then.” She chirped, as a happy smile lit up her face. “Ok, I got to ask.” Melissa continued. “What did you do before you joined that MC?”

“That’s a long story.” He said. “Are you sure you want to hear it?”

“Yeah.” She nodded.

“I was a straight A student in high school. I got into Yale medical school in 2004. I wanted to be a doctor. When I got home for Christmas that year, I met Vincent Burrows, the MC President. I saw him on the street one day. He rode a Fat Boy. I love that bike. Anyway, we talked about Harleys. Before I knew it, he was teaching me engines. I spent hours every day, studying everything about pistons, thunder-headers and everything related to motorcycles. I discovered that fixing them was a lot more fun than fixing people. I dropped out of college a few days later.” Bruce spoke in sighs.

“I didn’t know you liked them so much.” Melissa whispered.

“Neither did I.” He muttered. At that moment, the faint sound of a cell phone ringing got their attention.

“Oh, shoot.” She complained. “I left my phone upstairs. Don’t go anywhere.”

Bruce reflected on the events of the night, watching her walk away from him. He was happy; as a matter of fact, he was having so much fun with Melissa that he had completely forgotten about the stolen money and Frank Howard. Bruce wanted to stay there for even more than two weeks. However, he knew that if he spent more time in Las Vegas, he would have to face many angry customers. They would not forgive his absence and probably choose someone else to fix their motorcycles.

“Bruce!” Melissa’s terrified voice interrupted his thoughts. She was on the balcony.

“What is it?” He wondered, looking up at her.

“My aunt just called. She’s coming over. She’s not alone.” She was so terrified that she spoke too fast.

“What do you mean?”

“She’s with my father.” Her response destroyed his dream of spending some more time with her in that luxurious mansion. Still, he could not understand her panic.

“So what?” He shrugged his shoulders.

“You don’t know my father.” She went on. “He can’t see us together. We got to go. Now!”