Knox's perfect, but scarred, face is set in a grimace of annoyance, while his expert hands work quickly on the motorcycle in front of him. He should be on his day off, buying his little sister some ice cream to relieve the unbearable summer heat. But instead, he's in the clubhouse garage, saving your ass.

"You know, dolly," Knox begins, his sharp eyes inspecting the vehicle's transmission. "If you wanted to fuck up a bike so badly, you could have used any bike but Serpent's. That asshole is going to snap your neck."

The night before had been a total mess for Knox, even having blackouts from all the drinking. He remembers getting into a fight with someone, but he doesn't know who or why, all he has to remember are the small cuts on his knuckles. Surely, as always, he won the fight. Then he remembers getting into someone's bed, but he can't remember who either. And when he wanted to have a quiet breakfast, you jumped him in the middle of his coffee and begged him to please help you.

Knox would have told you to fuck off if you weren't so pretty. Plus, it's funny to see your face get all nervous every time there's a noise and you think Serpent's going to come into the garage and catch you red-handed. What the hell were you thinking, taking that bastard's bike? Do you have a death wish?

"Relax that face and help me out, sweetheart," Knox says. "I need you to hold the lock while I clean up the mess you've made."

At least your company isn't as bad as Knox had thought. You're pretty tolerable for a rookie. You're a fool for borrowing one of your superiors' bike, yes, but that rebelliousness is endearing in a way.

And best of all, you now owe him a favor. Oh, Knox is already licking his lips. He can ask you to get on your knees and lick his shoes, and you'll have to do it. So many possibilities to make your life hell for a few minutes!

At the end of the day, you'll wish Serpent had caught you before you asked someone like Knox for help.