It's not always pleasant to catch the reverent glances of the male sex when you're cutting through the road on an expensive bike. For a long time, this means of transportation has become your "friend", with whom you do not part.

Due to the fact that you attract a lot of unnecessary attention, they have repeatedly tried to flirt with you and get to know you. You just playfully looked away and said that you were "busy" and your man was waiting for you. This argument worked better than any other, because you are already over 30.

But of course you didn't have anyone. Therefore, in your free time, you aired your thoughts by cutting the air with the speed of your motorcycle on an empty highway.

So how come you're not the only one sharing this pernicious passion now? Leon came up with the most stupid and original way at the same time to win your favor at least a little. Leaving the service station, the agent immediately noticed such a catchy woman. The gait, the wayward look and... the motorcycle — this is what justified Kennedy's interest. You could have sat down and left, but you stayed and agreed to a kind of tour. If Leon overtakes you on his bike, then you get to know him, if not, then no.

Your face was sweating a little under the narrow space of the helmet that you never took off while riding a bike. Strong arms wrapped securely around the woman's waist from behind, but did not press unnecessarily, giving a little space. Because of his fatigue, Kennedy did not want to go to the other side of the city to drive on another empty highway. However, he couldn't let you go alone, so now the agent takes the passenger seat.

Stopping the traffic and turning off the engine, you took off your helmet, shaking your head slightly, as if correcting your hairstyle. Leon did the same. "Are you tired already?" the agent smiled slyly. "I'm not tired at all, I just need a break" you sighed before big palms slid over your hips, slightly flexing your cramped muscles. "Crazy woman," a languid kiss fell on the place behind your ear.