Two

She knew she should be alarmed at his persistence,young woman travelling alone,yada yada, but the game was actually giving her a tingle of pleased excitement, and it had been long since she had felt anything remotely like a pleasant tingle. Lately, her feeling had run more along the lines of dread, exhausted anger, or a crching sense of impending doom. The little buzz that the motorcycle man gave her was a refreshing  as long as he stayed strictly in this place. 

Annie had whiled away what would have been many long, depressing hour on the road speculating about him studying the fascinating detail of bike and his wordrobe , not to mention his powerful, gorgeous body . Three-year as a fashion buyer had trained her eye to read the silent language of his wardrobe. She had a feeling that the jacket on his back retailed for over $2,000, depending on the season, and how well things were moving on the floor . Her father had taught her enough about motorcycles to spot the sleek, sensual line of an exquisitely perserved vintage indian. The guy was speeding down the highway on a jewel of a collector's item that had to be worth at least fifty grand, if not more. Whoever he was, and whatever he did, her motorcycle man didn't spare any expense in outfitting himself . He looked great.