MC Romance: Ride of Their Lives (BBW, Military Romance, Alpha Male) (Bad Boy Motorcycle Club Romance Book 1) by Raina Wilde

himself while promoting his position as a MMA fighter.
     
    As the weeks continued to pass Jenna found it unnecessary to initiate the discussion about a change in image. Alex appeared to have made that determination independently. His behavior was remarkable, she noted, making her search for sponsors much easier than she had initially expected. There would always remain those who wanted nothing to do with Alexander Rockwell, based on his previous antics. Yet, Jenna found that if she could convince the financer to hold a private meeting with her client he invariably won them over.
    Jenna had no idea what Alex said, or did, in those meetings. He had made it clear that they were conversations that were better left in private. More than once he implied that his method involved explaining why his attitude had changed and how he intended to maintain it.
    “That is something you have been clear about not being interested in.” He stated bluntly when she had asked for an explanation as to his reason for requiring Jenna to wait patiently outside of the meetings.
    The truth was, by the time November rolled around, Jenna was more than interested.
    Jenna was frustrated that she was finding it more difficult than Alex to maintain a professional demeanor. After the intense moment on the beach of Lakeshore Drive, Alex had decreased his attempts to initiate a personal conversation with his agent. He seemed to have resigned himself to small reminders and intense looks but avoided any overt mention of their past relationship.
    Rather than relieve her this tactic drove Jenna crazy. She could rarely find herself in the same room as Alex without wanting to demand an answer for the dramatic change in his behavior. When they were alone in the back of the limo that one of his sponsors had provided Jenna found herself unable to breath and acutely aware of his nearness.
    He was winning her over with his kindness, she realized.
    Forcing her to have the conversation would have provoked her defenses in a way that Alex knew would negate any chance of Jenna actually listening to what he had to say. Instead, he was providing concrete proof of the transformation in such a profound and subtle way that Jenna found herself wanting to force the words from his mouth.
    She almost made it through November by convincing herself that it was best for their professional relationship if she simply let the issue pass.
    That plan worked well until the evening of the Thanksgiving holiday.
    This would be the first weekend that Jenna was not off at some publicity event or MMA tournament with Alex and his extensive team of trainers, kinesiologist, nutritionist, and promotional items distributors. These events made it easy for Jenna to find time away from the fighter who was kept perpetually occupied.
    For the first time in months Jenna found herself facing an extended weekend alone in her apartment. Her parents were fulfilling their lifelong dream of a European tour, and her brother, a Navy Seal, was off the grid until further notice. Lena had extended an invitation for Jenna to join her in North Carolina with her family, but Jenna had declined, thinking that she could use a few days to catch up on some much needed rest. The truth was that Jenna needed some time to fortify her reserve against Alex.
    Jenna spent the morning typing out emails to her parents and brother, who would each reply in their own time. She then watched the distant parade from her balcony before deciding that it would be best not to venture out into the chaos of the city on the holiday. Instead, she resolved to occupy her time with all of the special activities that she rarely had the opportunity to enjoy on a regular basis.
    Jenna lounged on her barely used, designer couch with a short novel that she was able to finish reading in only a handful of hours. She couldn’t remember the last time she had allowed herself the luxury of reading something that did not apply directly to her career. As the streets