You pay your taxes on time, your mortgage on time and your bills on time. He planted his hands on his h*ps and leaned back into my face. Then he stepped back and ran his hand over his short-cropped black hair at the same time he shook his head but not even for a second did he unpin me from his ferocious scowl. “Gwen, I said answer me.” His deep voice was beginning to rumble.

He was scarier than Tack, Dog and the entire biker gang all rolled into one. What was he doing there during the day? Thirdly, I was even more confused because his unbelievably handsome face showed clearly he was extremely pissed off. How did he know I went to Ride? Secondly, I was more confused. I blinked at his surprising tone and angry question. “Are you f**kin’ insane?” he barked in my face. Even in my daydreams he wasn’t that beautiful. He didn’t turn on the lights when he visited me at night. Then a man was in my space, his body deep in mine, pressing me into the door and I looked up into a pair of somewhat familiar black eyes. Then a hand in my chest slammed me into the door, again hard and loud. Once I cleared it, the door slammed, hard and loud. However, even if I’d been paying attention, I wouldn’t have been prepared for what happened next. This was what I was thinking after I parked my car in my drive, walked up to my house studying my boots, slid the key into the lock and opened my door. None of them came close to what little I had with MM and therefore none of them got to the second date or second base (yes, the Great MM was that good of a kisser). I’d had three dates and no lovers since I met The Great MM. Now I was wondering, when I had what could possibly be the world’s greatest lover visiting me in the dead of night, how I’d move onto someone else. I always wondered what was with me, I didn’t tell him to go. I didn’t need Ginger dragging me into her situations.Īnd lastly, I was thinking about my Mystery Man. I didn’t want to be on anyone’s radar and I made enough situations for myself, being half my mother’s daughter. He also said I could get onto “others” radar and get into “situations”. But my sister owed him over two million dollars and he was scary. Okay, so he thought I was cute and another bonus was that I knew his name and he knew mine (which, Mystery Man, by the way, did not know).

With Mystery Man in my life I didn’t need the trouble that Tack had written on him. He didn’t come every night, sometimes it was once a week, sometimes twice, sometimes he’d skip a week, once he’d been gone for three which freaked me out and then it freaked me out that it freaked me out. How he got in was as much a mystery as his name.

Mystery man by kristen ashley