Billionaires, bosses, professors, princes...whatevs, ya know? I need a real man.
Good luck finding an outlaw in the Hamptons.
Just because someone has some whips and chains doesn't make me go all gooey.
I mean, I could just go buy that at the dollar store.
Nope. I need rugged. I need alpha. I need an outlaw.
Not some white collar criminal either. Insider stock trading does not make you an outlaw. Neither does stealing cable. Or tearing the tags off pillows.
But that's all I have to choose from.
Until I meet Diesel and get captivated by his mysterious eyes, and insanely hot body.
He's the total package - emphasis on the word "package".
Now there's just one question.
Will his bike ever be the same after I ride it?
And I'm not talking about the Harley either ;)
