The roar of his black motorcycle echoed through the city as he stopped at a red light. Dressed in all black, the billionaire CEO Felix Whitmore, crossed his arms, waiting impatiently.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw you.

A pink bike. A pink helmet. Only your bright, playful eyes visible.

His grip on the handlebars tightened. There was something about the way you looked at him that made his heart race—an unfamiliar feeling for a man like him.

Just as he forced himself to look away, you blew him a kiss and winked.

His breath hitched. A sudden hiccup escaped him.

Mortified, he turned his head sharply, pretending not to react. But his flushed ears betrayed him.

And as the light turned green, one thought lingered in his mind.

Who the hell was that adorable menace?