Ryker stopped his motorcycle when we pulled up to the car garage where he worked. I hurried to untangle myself from him and he jumped off, heading over to the garage door. I silently stared from the motorcycle as he crouched down in front of the garage. He wrapped his hands around the handle and pulled it up hard. His muscles strained and bulged against his tight, black shirt.

"Quit undressing me with your eyes and get off the damn bike," he demanded, startling me, making me drop the helmet on the ground.

"Please, Ryker. You disgust me, there was no way I'd stare at you like that," I scoffed, putting my hands on my hips.

His head whipped around to glare at me. He said, "Keep telling yourself that, Angel."

I gaped, "You think I'm lying."

He shook his head, black hair falling in his eyes and took a step towards me. And then another until he had be backed up against his motorcycle. He placed his hands on either side of me on the bike. I was trapped. I sucked in a breath as his lip ring skimmed my lip.

"I know you're lying," he whispered, looking in my eyes. His gaze dropped to my lips.

"Kiss me," he growled.

I snapped out of it. I placed both of my hands on his chest and shoved as hard as I could. The jerk didn't even budge. He glared at me and said, "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"Yeah, well you're not me. So," I said, trying to push him away again. That just made him close the distance between us in a split second.

"Don't forget about that video of you rocking out to my band," he said against my lips.

"Fine, I'll kiss you."

He smirked and closed his eyes. His lips just about covered mine when I turned my head and stuck my tongue out. I licked the entire side of his face and he slapped a hand over where my tongue had made contact with his skin. His eyes flashed. I was in trouble.

"Angel," he warned.

I laughed right in his face.

"Your face!" I said. I couldn't control myself.

Disgusted, he wiped the back of his hand across his face. I laughed until tears filled my eyes.

"Did you honestly think I would kiss you?" I asked.

He didn't answer me. Instead, he walked inside the garage and flicked the lights on. I flung his jacket off my shoulders on to where I thought it landed on the bike. I didn't really care if I had missed. Not bothering to check if I had, I followed him behind a red convertible. I didn't know what kind of car it was, of course.

Ryker flung an oil stained towel on his shoulder as he bent down to inspect the car. He popped the hood open next and tinkered with a few things. Oil coated his fingers and he used the rag to clean them. It didn't do much. Then he turned to me and flicked his head at the hood. I raised my eyebrows.

"Fix it."

I pointed at myself and said, "Me?"

He looked around the garage before saying, "Do you see anyone else here?"

"Uh, yeah. You can do it."

"True, but I don't want to," he said shrugging.

"You can't seriously mean for me to fix the car. First of all, I know absolutely nothing about cars, never mind how to 'fix' one, and second of all, do you see what I'm wearing?" I said, gesturing at my dress.

His eyes roamed down the length of my body and back up. Did Ryker just check me out?

"And?" Guess not.

"Hell-o, I'm wearing a dress. I'm not going to get it dirty by trying to do this stupid job," I sated firmly.

Ryker whipped off his black t-shirt and threw it at me. It landed on top of my head and I yanked it off. When I looked at him, I froze.

Well defined, muscular arms were crossed over a strongly built chest. His low-hanging jeans with a studded belt rode low on his hips, just underneath a six pack. Tattoos painted his chest and arms. Holy crap, he was even hotter without a shirt on than I imagined.

Ryker shifted, drawing my attention to his face.

"Stop ogling me and put the shirt on."

"I wasn't. And for the record, I'll still be wearing this dress if I put the shirt on. It won't make any difference if I wear it or not because my dress will still get dirty underneath it."

"So, take your dress off."

My jaw dropped, "No way in hell!"

"Then keep your dress on and ruin it. I don't care what you do as long as you get started on this. I'm not trying to be here all night," he said glancing at the clock on the wall.

I threw my hands up in the air and yelled, "You're the one who dragged me here. I was on a date with Finn! You could do this yourself, so why do you need me?"

"I don't."

At this point, I was so angry that I wasn't going to bother responding to that. If I wanted to leave, the only way I could would be to get this over with. I'd have to suck it up and do as Ryker said, no matter how much it killed me to do it.

"I don't have pants," I said.

Ryker unbuckled his pants, shoving his fingers inside the waistband. I threw my hands over my eyes, screaming, "Keep your pants on! I don't freaking want them!"

"Chill, I was just tightening my belt. Jeez, you're perverted," he said and I lowered my hands to glare at him.

A pair of gray sweat pants landed by my feet. I was not going to question where Ryker had found them because I honestly didn't care anymore. I just wanted to go home.

"Turn around," I demanded.

Ryker rolled his eyes, but listened. I ran around the other side of the car just in case, kicking off my heels. I quickly stripped out of my dress and put on Ryker's shirt and pants. The shirt hung down my small frame and I had to roll the waist of the sweats a few times to keep them from falling off. The shirt smelled just like him. I raised it to my nose, inhaling his scent that smelled so good. Ryker turned back around and caught me. I dropped it and walked over to the front of the car, pretending like I hadn't just been sniffing his shirt.

"Jeez, you're tiny," he said.

I ignored him and stood in front of the hood. I grabbed the hair tie off my wrist and put my curly hair in a pony tail then rubbed my hands together.

"Okay, what do I do now?" I asked, confused. I couldn't even tell what was wrong with the car.

Ryker moved to stand next to me. He pointed at something black that was covered in grease.

"See that?" He asked, "There's too much gunk in it, causing the engine to fail. Pull it out and I'll tell you what to do next."

I reached my hand inside the hood, having no idea what he had just been pointing at. I dropped my hand over what I guessed to be it and tried to pull. Nothing came up.

"Not that," Ryker said. Being surprisingly gentle, Ryker guided my hand towards what he had been pointing at. Oil from his fingers stained my wrist. I wrapped my hand around the thing he had laid my hand on and pulled. When it didn't come up, I pulled harder.

"It's...not...moving..."

Suddenly, my hand tore free. Grease sprayed out, drenching my clothes. I mean drenching Ryker's clothes. The black thing I had been pulling on flew from my hand and banged against the wall.

"Ick," I said, shaking my hands to get rid of the oil that covered them.

"You suck at this."

"Did I ask for your opinion? No," I answered my own question, "And you have no right to complain or judge me, remember?"

Hands clasped around my shoulders and spun me around. I hadn't been ready for it and I stumbled, crashing right into a bare chest. My face collided with a rock hard chest.

"Woah there, Angel. Don't fall," Ryker murmured.

I heard his heart beat pick up against my ear. Was he nervous?

I tried to take a step back, but he kept me an arms length away, raising his hands to cup my face. His thumb moved under my lip. Then he got real close; so close I braced myself for the kiss I knew was bound to happen. This time, I squeezed my eyes shut and waited.

Ryker's hair tickled my cheek as he leaned past my mouth. My eyes flew open. Ryker's chin rested on my head as his hand moved from my face to my pony tail. His fingers trailed through the curls.

I remained completely still.

Ryker abruptly stepped away from me, rubbing two of his fingers together.

"You had something stuck in your hair," he said.

That was why he had gotten so close to me. He hadn't wanted to kiss me. I should've known. He's done this sort of thing to me many times before.

"You know, there's a special place in Hell for people like you," I said.

Ryker crossed his arms and said, "I'm the devil, apparently. I would know. And by the way, where do you think fallen angels go?"

Oh shit. That was a huge innuendo if I ever heard one.

"Are you implying that I'll fall for you?" I asked.

"Careful Angel," was all he said.