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of the crew. Conrad had to force himself not to stare at her and he found it almost funny that the way the rest of the guys were looking at her bothered him just a little bit.
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Conrad sat in the Camaro revving the engine and watching the black smoke the wheels spit out rise up from underneath it. He’d spent the last half hour trying not to stare at Samantha and as he sat behind the wheel now and looked out at the spectators, those crystal blue eyes were all that he could see.
“Fuck, it’s been too long since you got laid. Forget Samantha and concentrate before you kill your fool self.” He said all of that out loud. It was practically drowned out by the revving of his engine and the engine in the ’92 Honda Civic at the start line next to him. The guy driving was Conrad’s age. His name was An Bui and he was one of the most arrogant prick’s Conrad had ever known. This was his first race against him and another reason besides the seven grand that he was aching to win this one. The guy in the bright yellow shirt came into view and Conrad saw the car next to him lurch like a chained dog. He raised his hands and both cars wheels began to spin as they lay on the accelerators with one foot while holding it back with the other on the brake. As soon as his hands fell they both took off. Conrad’s car lurched a good car’s length in front of the other one. He stayed in first gear until the speedometer reached 40 mph and then he jammed it into second. He felt his head snap back and heard the tires squeal. The adrenaline flooded his system as the speedometer climbed, quickly reaching 100 mph. The Honda was struggling to keep up already. Conrad actually let him close in and to the on-lookers it had to look like he was about to be overtaken. That was when he reached for the orange button. He glanced over at An and smiled. An flipped him off and almost simultaneously pushed a button on his dash as well. Conrad had no sooner let his finger sink into his than he felt the rush of speed pushing back the skin on his face. He grit his teeth and gripped tightly to the wheel. His whole body was shaking with the car as it reached 160 mph. The Honda was dropping back and Conrad was more than a car length ahead of it when he crossed the finish line. He wished the track was longer as he eased up off of the accelerator and began to let the car coast. He waited until the speedometer was down below sixty and then in an arrogant move of his own he threw the parking brake and let the car spin to a stop. He was grinning from ear to ear when he climbed out and if the ride and knowing he was seven thousand dollars richer hadn’t been enough, the look on Samantha’s face would have been. She was smiling as widely as he was and as he slapped hands with the rest of the crew he was sorely tempted to wrap her up in a celebratory hug. He resisted the urge…for now.
CHAPTER 9
Sam hung out and watched the rest of the races. The girl Drew that Shawn had introduced her to ran the last one against a big Mexican guy in a Porsche. It looked like she was going to win right up until the last second when the big guy suddenly flew over the finish line with his wheels practically off the ground. Drew was still smiling when she got out of her car. Sam understood. Just the feeling of being behind the wheel was enough to put a smile like that on her face too, but then again, she rarely lost.
She glanced over at Conrad for the hundredth time tonight. When she first saw him she couldn’t help but notice how hot he is. His short brown hair looks like someone drug their fingers through it and those light green eyes practically send chills down her spine every time they land on her face. He was close to a foot taller than her and built more like an athlete than a race car driver, but watching him drive that Camaro tonight had been almost as sexy as the man himself. He was looking back at her now and she found herself wondering what those thick lips
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Conrad sat in the Camaro revving the engine and watching the black smoke the wheels spit out rise up from underneath it. He’d spent the last half hour trying not to stare at Samantha and as he sat behind the wheel now and looked out at the spectators, those crystal blue eyes were all that he could see.
“Fuck, it’s been too long since you got laid. Forget Samantha and concentrate before you kill your fool self.” He said all of that out loud. It was practically drowned out by the revving of his engine and the engine in the ’92 Honda Civic at the start line next to him. The guy driving was Conrad’s age. His name was An Bui and he was one of the most arrogant prick’s Conrad had ever known. This was his first race against him and another reason besides the seven grand that he was aching to win this one. The guy in the bright yellow shirt came into view and Conrad saw the car next to him lurch like a chained dog. He raised his hands and both cars wheels began to spin as they lay on the accelerators with one foot while holding it back with the other on the brake. As soon as his hands fell they both took off. Conrad’s car lurched a good car’s length in front of the other one. He stayed in first gear until the speedometer reached 40 mph and then he jammed it into second. He felt his head snap back and heard the tires squeal. The adrenaline flooded his system as the speedometer climbed, quickly reaching 100 mph. The Honda was struggling to keep up already. Conrad actually let him close in and to the on-lookers it had to look like he was about to be overtaken. That was when he reached for the orange button. He glanced over at An and smiled. An flipped him off and almost simultaneously pushed a button on his dash as well. Conrad had no sooner let his finger sink into his than he felt the rush of speed pushing back the skin on his face. He grit his teeth and gripped tightly to the wheel. His whole body was shaking with the car as it reached 160 mph. The Honda was dropping back and Conrad was more than a car length ahead of it when he crossed the finish line. He wished the track was longer as he eased up off of the accelerator and began to let the car coast. He waited until the speedometer was down below sixty and then in an arrogant move of his own he threw the parking brake and let the car spin to a stop. He was grinning from ear to ear when he climbed out and if the ride and knowing he was seven thousand dollars richer hadn’t been enough, the look on Samantha’s face would have been. She was smiling as widely as he was and as he slapped hands with the rest of the crew he was sorely tempted to wrap her up in a celebratory hug. He resisted the urge…for now.
CHAPTER 9
Sam hung out and watched the rest of the races. The girl Drew that Shawn had introduced her to ran the last one against a big Mexican guy in a Porsche. It looked like she was going to win right up until the last second when the big guy suddenly flew over the finish line with his wheels practically off the ground. Drew was still smiling when she got out of her car. Sam understood. Just the feeling of being behind the wheel was enough to put a smile like that on her face too, but then again, she rarely lost.
She glanced over at Conrad for the hundredth time tonight. When she first saw him she couldn’t help but notice how hot he is. His short brown hair looks like someone drug their fingers through it and those light green eyes practically send chills down her spine every time they land on her face. He was close to a foot taller than her and built more like an athlete than a race car driver, but watching him drive that Camaro tonight had been almost as sexy as the man himself. He was looking back at her now and she found herself wondering what those thick lips
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