Page 7 of Havoc

It might be the leather vest or the motorcycle. Or maybe it’s the gleam in his eyes. But he’s gorgeous and clearly nothing but trouble.

“So you’re not taking my picture?”

I shake my head.

“Well, that’s embarrassing.” Except his smile isn’t the least bit embarrassed.

In fact, confidence oozes out of him.

“If you could move—”

“So you’re a senior?” he cuts me off, stepping closer.

On instinct, I step back but run into the brick wall behind me, which makes me stumble. “I am.”

He hums, skimming me over.

“And you are?” I ask when he’s been staring at me too long.

“A senior too. Clearly from a different school, though, because I’d sure as fuck have noticed you.”

My cheeks burn at his comment. “I meant your name.”

“Curious about me, firecracker?” He winks.

“More like curious what name I should have them put down in the contact information when I have them tow your bike for stopping in a no-parking zone.”

“Ah.” He chuckles. “In that case, Levi Colson.”

Levi. Even his name is sexy, which only irritates me more.

“And you are…”

“A girl who’d like to get on with her day so she doesn’t flunk her last year of school.” I offer a snide smile, but he grins wider, seeming to appreciate it.

“It’s like that, huh?”

I shrug.

“Sorry to interrupt your day then, firecracker.” He backs up but doesn’t spin, watching me with every step. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll move my bike if you give me your name.”

“What are you going to do with it?”

He shrugs, not answering. But not backing up any farther either.

“Fine. It’s Aimee.” I cross my arms over my chest to match his posture. “Aimee Landry.”

“Aimee Landry,” he repeats, and I hate how good it sounds rolling off his tongue. “Want to go for a ride, Aimee Landry?”

“On that?” My eyebrow hitches, and my gaze falls to his bike.

“Scared?”

He’s taunting me on purpose, and I’m sure with most girls, it works because there’s something intoxicating about the forbidden. But the truth is, I’m not scared. At least, not of his motorcycle.

The flutters kicking up in my belly are another story.

“I’m busy.” I roll my shoulders back.