Description:He rode his bike into my village, right into my bar.
I swear I don’t like Bears, but his devastatingly good looks make me want him right then and there.
I’m a flower that needs to be worshipped, but one that can withstand the gust of a storm.
And I want his storm.
He says I’m his mate and he’ll protect me.
But protection won’t pay my bills.
Let’s get real. I’m not going to find my mate in some roaming motorcycle club.
Things like that just don’t happen for me.
Plus, I need to watch myself. I can’t date. It’s forbidden, or I’ll lose my job.
So I can daydream all I want about being taken away on his motorcycle.
And he can say all he wants that he won’t take no for an answer.
In the end, he’s no white knight. And I’m no princess.