after last night, she had to re-evaluate what that meant. He’d been honest about what he wanted and expected from her. He’d been firm and unyielding, but he’d countered it with compassion and tenderness. And she’d never seen anyone as affected as he seemed to be when she’d caved in and called him Sir. And fear hadn’t been an issue. Truth be known, her biggest fear had been he’d leave her, more aroused than she’d ever been in her life, and make her take care of the grand finale on her own.
Oh, God! Had she actually begged?
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She threw a pillow over her head and pulled it tight. Maybe she’d save whoever was threatening her the effort and do herself in. The worst part was, she had no doubt she’d beg him again for another one of those mind-blowing orgasms, especially knowing she had a safe—
She bolted straight up in bed.
Did he say—?
She sucked in an angry breath. He did say that.
She flung the pillow aside and tossed the covers off as she shot out of bed. “I don’t like yellow, don’t wear that color, my ass,” she grumbled. She rifled through the dresser drawers, pulled out a bright yellow T-shirt and snapped it once, sending the wrinkles to Neverland. She always tried to wear black and white shirts with her sponsors’ logos, but today she’d make an exception.
Because he was good with his mouth and hands, and the whole situation had been the most erotic experience of her life, it didn’t make him the master of her universe.
Yeah, his words alone caused her nipples to tighten and everything feminine to ache. His touch was like velvet on exposed nerve endings, soothing yet arousing at the same time.
But dammit, no one told her what to do and what not to do and she’d make sure that message was screamed—figuratively—loud and clear.
After a quick shower she put on her pushup bra—never hurt to accentuate the positives—donned the yellow T-shirt and jeans—tight, of course—and pulled on her boots. After scarfing down a granola bar and chugging a glass of orange juice, she brushed her teeth, put her hair up into a ponytail, pulled on a ball cap featuring her main sponsor’s logo and headed to the garage.
As she approached the garage, she took in the scene. Nate and the crew were hard at work on the car while Adam stood off to the side, eyes sharp and focused. The content of the threatening letters didn’t seem like someone truly wanted to harm her. It sounded more like they just wanted to scare her into not racing. Because of that, Nate and Adam had reluctantly agreed she was safe when the garage area was open only to drivers and crews. But later today sponsors and the press would be milling about, and one of the www.samhainpublishing.com 51
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things Adam and Nate discussed last night was how to maintain a sense of normalcy yet keep her protected in crowds. Adam planned to stand off to the side, out of the way, and be the hawk watching everyone.
She tried to act nonchalant as she approached the garage, but her self-assured strut hit a speed bump the second Adam’s gaze landed on her. She actually felt the heat of his stare boring into her and a flush crept up her neck while her stomach knotted into a ball.
Determined to give the impression he had no effect on her whatsoever, she shifted her focus to the car and crew and beelined for Nate.
After a short while of being in her normal surroundings and discussing familiar things like torque, calibration and gear ratio, she felt more in control and up to the challenge of facing Adam.
He was leaning against one of the workbenches, legs crossed at the ankles, arms crossed over his impressive chest. He had the appearance of a man who didn’t have a care in the world but appearances were deceiving, because she was sure he actually had two.
First, he was taking the threat against her seriously and had sworn to keep her safe.
But she wondered who would protect her from him.
Oh, God! Had she actually begged?
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She threw a pillow over her head and pulled it tight. Maybe she’d save whoever was threatening her the effort and do herself in. The worst part was, she had no doubt she’d beg him again for another one of those mind-blowing orgasms, especially knowing she had a safe—
She bolted straight up in bed.
Did he say—?
She sucked in an angry breath. He did say that.
She flung the pillow aside and tossed the covers off as she shot out of bed. “I don’t like yellow, don’t wear that color, my ass,” she grumbled. She rifled through the dresser drawers, pulled out a bright yellow T-shirt and snapped it once, sending the wrinkles to Neverland. She always tried to wear black and white shirts with her sponsors’ logos, but today she’d make an exception.
Because he was good with his mouth and hands, and the whole situation had been the most erotic experience of her life, it didn’t make him the master of her universe.
Yeah, his words alone caused her nipples to tighten and everything feminine to ache. His touch was like velvet on exposed nerve endings, soothing yet arousing at the same time.
But dammit, no one told her what to do and what not to do and she’d make sure that message was screamed—figuratively—loud and clear.
After a quick shower she put on her pushup bra—never hurt to accentuate the positives—donned the yellow T-shirt and jeans—tight, of course—and pulled on her boots. After scarfing down a granola bar and chugging a glass of orange juice, she brushed her teeth, put her hair up into a ponytail, pulled on a ball cap featuring her main sponsor’s logo and headed to the garage.
As she approached the garage, she took in the scene. Nate and the crew were hard at work on the car while Adam stood off to the side, eyes sharp and focused. The content of the threatening letters didn’t seem like someone truly wanted to harm her. It sounded more like they just wanted to scare her into not racing. Because of that, Nate and Adam had reluctantly agreed she was safe when the garage area was open only to drivers and crews. But later today sponsors and the press would be milling about, and one of the www.samhainpublishing.com 51
Alannah Lynne
things Adam and Nate discussed last night was how to maintain a sense of normalcy yet keep her protected in crowds. Adam planned to stand off to the side, out of the way, and be the hawk watching everyone.
She tried to act nonchalant as she approached the garage, but her self-assured strut hit a speed bump the second Adam’s gaze landed on her. She actually felt the heat of his stare boring into her and a flush crept up her neck while her stomach knotted into a ball.
Determined to give the impression he had no effect on her whatsoever, she shifted her focus to the car and crew and beelined for Nate.
After a short while of being in her normal surroundings and discussing familiar things like torque, calibration and gear ratio, she felt more in control and up to the challenge of facing Adam.
He was leaning against one of the workbenches, legs crossed at the ankles, arms crossed over his impressive chest. He had the appearance of a man who didn’t have a care in the world but appearances were deceiving, because she was sure he actually had two.
First, he was taking the threat against her seriously and had sworn to keep her safe.
But she wondered who would protect her from him.
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