She reached the man, who was dressed in a navy-blue suit that even a girl from Montana could guess was worth thousands of dollars. The suit was tailored perfectly for his large frame. Thankfully he wore a helmet, and she couldn’t see any blood or bones poking out. Lexi shuddered. He was lying on his side, facing away from her.
“Oh no! Please don’t be dead!” She glanced up at the heavens and called, “Please, Lord, don’t let him die.” There was no time for folding arms and decorum when a man’s life was hanging in the balance.
The man in question groaned and rolled over onto his back.
“Sir?” Lexi touched his shoulder with her gloved hand, breathing a sigh of relief. At least she wasn’t responsible for his death. “Sir, are you okay?”
“Not dead yet,” he muttered. He undid his chin strap and pulled off his helmet.
Lexi gasped. Staring up at her was a handsome face she’d recognize anywhere: deep brown eyes, dark hair, tanned skin, and short facial hair that only enhanced his good looks. One of the famous Hawk brothers. America’s Most Eligible Bachelor. The most handsome man in existence. Her new boss.
“Callum Hawk,” she breathed out.
He arched an eyebrow at her and pushed to a seated position, then stood. At least he didn’t move like he was broken. He tucked his helmet under his left arm and offered his right hand to her. “We should probably get out of the street in case any other crazies are awake this early.” He flashed her the trademark smile that had women across America needing blood pressure medication.
Lexi took his gloved hand and let him pull her up. She was glad they were both wearing gloves, because the surge of energy that went through her simply being this close to him wasn’t smart to experience with anybody’s boss, let alone a new employer who didn’t even know who she was. She’d just made Callum Hawk crash his motorcycle. Jiminy Christmas, she was in trouble!
He released her hand, wrapped his arm around her lower back, and guided her out of the street toward his motorcycle as if they were on a summer stroll through Central Park. Her heart raced out of control. Callum Hawk had his hand on her sweaty back and she’d wrecked his motorcycle. This was not good. She was going to get fired before she even set foot in his office. How would she help her family if she got fired?
“Are you damaged?” Her words came out too breathy and too high-pitched, as her throat was closing off. The motorcycle accident was her fault, but when she died of heart failure from his tingly touch, it would be all on him. “Shouldn’t we call 911?”
Callum glanced down at her, his dark eyes filled with concern. “Do you need medical attention?”
“No.” She pushed the word out, shocked that his first worry was for her. “But I just made you crash your bike, skid across the asphalt, and most likely ruin that beautiful Armani suit.”
He chuckled, stopping next to his tipped-over motorcycle. “It’s Brioni.”
Lexi’s eyes widened and she swayed on her feet. Brioni suits were at least quadruple the price of Armani. “Did it get ripped?” she demanded.
Callum grinned down at her. “I don’t care. I only care if you’re all right.” His voice deepened, and she was so smitten by him in this moment she could barely keep on her feet. Callum Hawk—the Callum Hawk—cared if she was all right?
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