Jamie musters his confidence. “Peter leaned hard on Benny out there. You looked that much better for not having anything resembling a real caddy. And… spending time together is good for stage chemistry, right? Reads better for the investors?”
I hold back my laugh and croon, “Nothing gets past you.”
I love to watch the thoughts stream across Jamie’s face. He can tell I’m being ironic, but he still has no idea what about.
It’s almost too easy.
This trip could be… a lot more fun than I’d expected.
As we finish lunch, I put together a new plan.
Chapter 16
JAMIE
The Paris event goes well—another luxurious suite, another standing ovation—and then we’re off to Germany.
This time, a driver doesn’t pick us up. Instead, Morgan leads me to a sports car.
A sleek, black, low,sexysports car.
I’ve never really been a car person, but as Morgan slides into the dark leather and I see her framed by sleek black curves, I get it.
“What are you waiting for?” she teases, and I slip inside.
I don’t even have my seatbelt on before the engine purrs underneath us and we rocket away from the airport.
“Jesus, Morgan!” I gasp.
“Isaid, call me Mor.” She shifts gears, unruffled. I eye her nails against the leather shaft, and I have the most inappropriate thought.
Pull yourself together, Jamie. She’s your boss’s boss’s boss’s boss. All the fun ends if you’re a creep.
My brain chooses that moment to remind me I’ve already jacked off to videos of her speeches, and I’m glad her eyes are onthe road as my cock tightens in my jeans.
At least the adrenaline of her wild driving offers an excuse for my racing heart.
The city fades out around us, shifting into countryside.
Morgan’s acceleration presses my back against the seat, and out of sheer terror I glance at the speedometer. The needle hovers at one hundred sixty kilometers per hour. In smaller print beneath is the conversion—100 mph.
“You’re gonna get pulled over!” I gasp, gripping the leather armrest.
“There’s no speed limit here,” she says with a wild laugh, shifting gears and accelerating again.
The lowness of the car adds to the sense of hurtling along the asphalt, and I’m shaking, and my heart is in my throat and…
Morgan whips around a corner, my stomach lurches with the shift in gravity, and I let out a choked laugh.
I’m… having fun.
This is insane and dangerous andfun.
I should be worried about ending up as a smear on the asphalt, but for some strange reason… I trust Morgan. Maybe I shouldn’t—I can’t tell if it’s my judgement or the omega in me responding to her alpha confidence, even despite the suppressants.
Maybe I should figure that out before spending more time with her. But I literally cannot worry about that now with my body overwhelmed by the sensation of speed.
The road is wide open, but in the space of seconds, a white car appears ahead of us. We whirr past, inches away, as Morgan shifts around it.
