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

emptied and families settled down for their meal Jenna found a moment to pull her elliptical out of the closet and push through a brisk cardio workout. Feeling invigorated, but sweaty, she decided that a shower was in order.
    Forty minutes later Jenna, who had been dozing on the couch in her plush terry cloth robe, awoke sharply from a loud noise. For a moment she was disoriented. Her eyes took in the untouched mug of coffee on her end table, her robed body, and the twisted towel that encased her hair and was pulling at her scalp.
    The noise sounded again and she realized that it was the door buzzer to her condo.
    She padded over to the intercom and activated the security camera.
    Alex stood outside her building with a large cardboard box and a guilty grin.
    She had almost decided to pretend that she wasn’t home when Alex shifted the apparently heavy box and rang the bell again.
    “What are you doing here?” she spoke into the microphone.
    “You going to let me in?” Alex responded, raising an eyebrow in challenge.
    “You didn’t answer my question.” Though she couldn’t imagine what he was doing outside her condo, Jenna could not suppress the small twinge of excitement that raced through her body at the sight of him.
    “I came for Thanksgiving.” He spoke as if stating the obvious.
    “What?” Was he crazy? “Alex, I’m not cooking a turkey in here, I didn’t invite anyone over.”
    “I know. That’s why I brought dinner to you.” He lifted the box and shook it in front of the camera as if the sight of cardboard was enough to entice her. For all she knew, the box was empty and, even if it wasn’t, she was positive she did not want to be alone with Alex Rockwell in her home.
    “Are you going to let me in already or are you going to make me stand out here while all of this delicious food gets cold?”
    She was about to buzz him in when Jenna realized what she was wearing. No makeup, wet hair, and absolutely indecent attire. She pulled the robe tighter to cover her breasts but it did little to hide the impressive amount of cleavage displayed through the plunging neckline.
    “Oh crap.” She swore. She hadn’t realized that her statement had gone over the speaker until she heard Alex’s chuckle return from the other end.
    “You’re not naked, are you?” He peered into the camera lens, pretending that he might be able to see her reflection inside. Jenna knew very well that there was no video feed at the entrance to the building but the act still made a blush rise up her neck and cheeks.
    “No, I’m not naked!” Jenna slapped her forehead when he laughed again. Too late she had realized that her overzealous denial had confirmed his suspicions to be dangerously close to the truth.
    “Come on, Jen. I’m not going to bite.” The innocent comment wreaked havoc on Jenna’s emotions. She knew he had meant absolutely nothing sexual by the comment, and it was true that he would never actually bite, but a sudden flash of Alex’s mouth being close enough to her skin… well, she felt the flush begin to rise again.
    Jenna gave herself a mental shake. Get a hold of yourself, girl.
    “Tenth floor.” She pressed the lock release and instantly regretted her decision.
    With sheer panic Jenna cast a glance around her quaint condo, silently praising her mother’s training that had instilled an appropriate level of neat freak in her children. She sprinted to her bedroom, estimating the amount of time it would take him to cross the lobby, hopefully wait for an occupied elevator, and ride the lift to the tenth floor.
    For one idiotic moment Jenna considered pulling on a flattering day-dress, but she knew Alex would recognize that immediately as an attempt to impress.
    Instead, she decided to belie his assumption about her nudity and settle for the casual lounging outfit she would have chosen for a night alone. Jenna pulled on a pair of black stretch pants that were comfortable with the added benefit of slimming