Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73568 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73568 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Ronan laughs, an irritatingly confident sneer on his face. “He’ll never believe you.”
That gives me pause because he might be right. He’s known Ronan since they were kids, all of these drivers having literally grown up in the sport together. He’s known me for a few weeks, and well… I came into his life under a big lie. Perhaps he’d think I was being untruthful to stir the pot, although I hope he knows me better than that.
Regardless, I again resolve to keep this to myself to avoid drama. I’ll just have to figure out how to handle Ronan on my own.
That starts with not giving him the attention he’s clearly seeking. I could walk away but I don’t want him to have that power over me. I don’t want to be intimidated.
“I’d like you to leave.”
He cocks an eyebrow, opens his mouth to cut me off but I hold my hand up, palm out.
“And before you think about denying my request, I’d have you consider the fact that while I might choose not to tell Lex about this, I don’t have a problem going to Harley. As team principal, it would be her duty to take action against such an allegation.”
A flash of rage turns Ronan’s handsome face ugly, but he composes himself quickly. I can see his resignation but he doesn’t leave without dropping a bomb on me. “Enjoy your time with Lex because it won’t last. You’re a shiny toy to him right now but he’s not built for monogamy. He’ll drop you as soon as he’s bored, so don’t be surprised when it happens.”
His words hit hard, speaking to every insecurity I have. I force a hard stare back at him but inside, I want to crumble at the tiny possibility that he could be right. Ronan leaves, looking smug.
I exhale long and quiet, my neck muscles quivering from the stress of that encounter.
“What would you like?”
I startle at the voice and turn to face the server standing on the other side of the bar. “Um… a glass of white wine is fine.”
He nods and grabs a chilled bottle under the counter, pouring a three-quarter-full glass for me. I accept it gratefully, sliding a twenty across the slick surface. He smiles but shakes his head. “Open bar and there aren’t any gratuities.”
“Um… okay,” I say, shoving the money back into my clutch. “Thank you.”
I barely get my first sip, which turns into somewhat of a gulp, before Lex is back at my side. Relief floods through me, and I hope I’m completely composed.
“You okay?” he asks, leaning his elbow on the bar and asking the bartender for a club soda with lime. He turns back to look at me.
“Yeah… totally. How’d it go with the sponsors?”
Lex’s lips quirk and he shakes his head. “I think they want to see how the race finishes before they commit to giving money to Crown Velocity.”
“No pressure on you, huh?” I muse.
Laughing, Lex lifts a shoulder. “All part of the game.” He studies me as I take another sip of the wine, feeling its fortifying effects. “I never anticipated this problem.”
“What problem is that?” I ask.
“You looking so damn good in that dress I’d want to go find a dark, secluded corner and get you naked.”
I choke on my wine, tears springing to my eyes as Lex gently pats me on the back. When I’m able to focus on him again, he’s laughing. “God, I wish I could kiss you right now. Just a tiny one, but I know we can’t.”
Those crazy butterflies awaken again, going extra wonky in my belly, a few fluttering around my heart.
Who knew that the once cocky, arrogant, party-boy Lex Hamilton could be so genuinely open with his feelings?
Who knew a guy like him would look at me the way he is right now?
Certainly not this romance author.
CHAPTER 19
Lex
I collapse onto Posey’s warm body, my cock still thick inside her, even though I just had the king of all orgasms. How many times over my sexual life have I rolled right off a woman because I was just done with her?
How many times will I lie like this with Posey, inside her, not wanting to move?
I nuzzle into her neck, loving the way her fingertips glide gently back and forth over my lower back. She lets out a contented sigh and the only thing that has me moving is that I don’t want to suffocate her. I roll slowly, taking her with me, one leg locked around hers to keep us joined.
She gasps at the sensation but then settles flush against my body.
We’re silent and it’s comfortable, the electric pulse of the party at the Bahrain World Trade Center already long forgotten. I’m keenly aware that my time with Posey is quickly coming to an end. Sure, we’ve agreed to figure out a way to give this a go, but we’re talking about a long-distance relationship and it’s not settling well with me.