His house was bigger than I expected. I mean, I always knew he was insanely rich, but looking at it for the first time still managed to captivate me and force me to stand in awe at its physical and cultural awesomeness.

Mr. Todd Howell, CEO of one of the largest consultancy agencies in the country, millionaire by the age of twenty three and owner of the mansion I was drooling in front of. Of course, as his personal secretary, I was supposed to render myself intimate with his schedule, his character, and his preferences. To be close to him for everything... except his body. He was one of the most eligible bachelors in the area and yet somehow he still hadn't married or found himself a girlfriend. Mr Howell continuously claimed that work took up too much of his time, but I figured, after a year of working under him that he was just shy regarding matters of the heart.

I sighed, wondering how good he would be in bed, blushing as I did so. He was a workaholic and to my knowledge didn't involve himself with many women. But like most other women in the firm I had long noticed his his professional business attire barely keeping his muscular arms and broad chest contained. He most definitely had a nice, firm body to lean on -

"Hey Evelyn! Are you comin' or what?"

Fantasies of Mr. Howell and I alone together in some secluded corner of this sprawling estate vanished in an instant, leaving my blushing face behind as evidence of unclean thoughts.

"Y-yes right away, Mr. Howell!" I called after him.

Shaking my head in a futile attempt to clear my easily distracted mind, I followed him up the steps and through the front door.

Mr. Howell turned back at me, his radiant, kindly face always seemed to brighten my day.

"Y-yes, Mr. Howell?" I stammered, blushing once again.

"How many times have I told you to call me 'Todd'!" Mr. Howell smiled as he proceeded up the magnificent marble stairs.

"Y-yes, Mr. Howell - I mean Todd," I managed to blurt out.

He pointed to the kitchen.

"I'm going up for a change of clothes. What say you help yourself to whatever you want in there while waiting?" he winked.

I nodded, watching him walk up the polished marble staircase step by step before disappearing in one of the corridors above.

Exhaling deeply, I headed towards his kitchen, my mind filled with ideas for the party I was helping him plan. It was why I was here after all.

Wait, what was that shiny, familiar shape screaming for my visual attention to my side?

From the corner of my eye, I spotted a solid, mahogany door outfitted with a clear glass window at its center. I stopped. The kitchen could wait. I was sure that I could be there pretending to be chomping on something by the time Todd came down. Pressing my hand onto the firm door, I peered through the glass, wanting the secrets of Todd's domain to be revealed before me.

I gasped. It was a garage! And it was filled to the brim with all sorts of impressive vehicles. Having a bike mechanic for a father wasn't easy, but it did serve to instill a lifelong interest in those sleek, gas-guzzling two wheeled contraptions.

The corridor was empty, what harm could I possibly do by taking a quick peek?

It was much easier than expected for me to open the door. I walked in, taking in that all too familiar scent of burnt rubber mixed with faint petrol undertones. It was like walking into my father's workshop again, except that when I opened my eyes, I found a place that was much better equipped and funded.

Cars did interest me, but not as much as motorcycles did. I took a humoring glance at those bulky four-wheeled clunks of metal before quickly moving on to my real interest, the bikes. It was as if a whole biker gang had showed up and left their fleet in Todd's garage. Choppers, sport bikes and a even classic scooter showed up on display. My panties were already wet looking at those powerful beasts.