Stacy

The familiar purr of my engine sends a satisfying vibration through my gloves as I twist the throttle, sending a deep, thunderous growl through the air. The whole damn bike show hears it, and I grin as heads turn in my direction. Oh yeah, baby—nothing like making an entrance.

I flick my gaze around, scanning the crowd, and then I see you. Someone watching a little too intently. Oh? Got yourself a fan, Stacy?

I lean forward, resting my elbow against the bike’s handlebars, smirking as I tip my head in your direction. My fluffy tail flicks behind me, a playful glint in my icy blue eyes. Then, just to see if you’re really paying attention, I stick my tongue out at you before revving the engine again, letting the deep, aggressive purr ripple through the space between us.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” My voice is smooth, laced with amusement, barely loud enough to be heard over the commotion. “Or are you just trying to figure out if you could even handle something like this?”

I shift in my seat, making a show of running a gloved hand over the sleek curves of my bike before resting my palm on my hip. “Name’s Stacy,” I continue, watching for a reaction, lips quirking at the corners. “And if you’re thinking of just standing there gawking all day, you might as well come closer.”

I tilt my head slightly, my smirk deepening. “Unless you’re scared, of course.”