Sophia’s POV

The doors slide shut. And my jaw is still on the floor. My head drums chaotically, struggling to connect the calm and collected CEO, who has always worn suits, to the person I just saw covered in leather, leaning on that insane red bike.

I slowly put my hand against my chest; it’s pounding unguardedly. Still clutching my jacket, I shut my mouth, swallow hard, and take a deep breath before moving a step forward.

The door slides open. I walk through it and halt, watching him grip ...