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More like someone I know I want to fuck, but A for effort. “Long time no see. Vacation over in hell?”
“Lucifer asked for you to stop by sometime soon. Says he’s got a special place ready for you.” Her accent lulls on the words, a melodic rhythm capturing my attention.
“Only if I get to drag you down there with me. After all, hell is only fun when I’m paired with the best tour guide.”
Connor claps his hands together and smiles at us. “Well, glad you two get along well, seeing as Elena will be your favorite fan this season.”
My eyes dart from Connor to Elena. “I really hope that doesn’t mean what you’re insinuating.”
Elena laughs at my gruffness, her eyes shining bright under the lights.
Connor hands Elena an F1 exclusive access pass. “Elena is going to assist you in fixing up your image. She’ll be staying with you throughout the Prix schedule to keep you in line.”
My jaw tightens to the point of popping. “And what the fuck does that entail?”
“Elena signed a contract where she’ll live with you, making sure you have McCoy’s best interests at heart. We’ll cover all her expenses because we want her to concentrate on helping you. Also, she’ll be joining you for summer break wherever you decide to stay. Seeing as last week didn’t go so well, I think it’s best to make sure someone watches you all season, break included.”
Not only do I have to hang out with this vixen but now I have to live with her? Bloody hell. If there is one thing I’m sure about, it’s how I don’t deserve this kind of karma.
“This has to be a joke. I didn’t sign up for a ball and chain.” My words come out in a half-growl.
“And I didn’t sign up for a driver with enough loose marbles to ruin a game of Mancala.” Connor throws me an agitated look.
“And what do you expect us to do? Braid each other’s hair and watch movies together?”
Connor’s eyes slide from me to Elena, shooting her a warm smile. “Ignore his temper tantrum. He’ll get used to having you around.” Fat fucking chance that happens. “I expect we’re good from here, but you can text me if you have any questions.” He looks over at me and silently mouths behave before exiting the room.
“Well, you reacted like I expected.” She crosses her legs, pulling my attention toward them. Her jeans cling to her body and emphasize everything I need to avoid.
“Looks like you got upgraded from PR rep to glorified babysitter. I’ve always wanted to live out that fantasy. Care to roleplay?”
She taps her manicured hand on her knee. “Only if you promise to go to sleep by ten o’clock.”
“It can be arranged after a good fucking.”
A healthy blush creeps into her cheeks as her eyes roam over my upper body. I sit taller, enjoying the buzz from her perusal. Similarly, the blood in my head rushes to another place. The more fun kind that wouldn’t mind making Elena blush under different circumstances.
Her eyes narrow. “Can’t you fall asleep to a Netflix show like the rest of us?”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
“Speaking of fun, I have some rules since we will be living together.” She flips her hair over her shoulder, evading my gaze.
“I expect nothing less from you.”
She pulls out an iPad from her purse, unaware of my attraction toward her. The very one making my jeans uncomfortably tight and my breathing heavy. “You lasted three months without my help. I checked out your social media presence and it looks like we have our work cut out for us. Since your image has hit an all-time low, there’s no way but up.”
“And what exactly does that entail? Will you be my fake girlfriend? I love that type of story.”
She rolls her eyes. “Not even a girlfriend can save you from your reputation. I’ve been planning different outings and experiences to make your persona so clean, you’ll rival a Disney Channel star.”
I raise a brow. “Before the drugs and alcohol?”
Elena laughs. I hate the way it sounds—soft, carefree, untainted by anguish. While I struggle with hidden jadedness and pessimism, she radiates hopefulness and warmth. I’m tempted to test how long it takes to pop her bubble of positivity.
“Sure. But before we get started, I need you to tell me about what happened during your one-night stand with a club urinal.”
A throaty laugh escapes my mouth. The sound is foreign, especially after my week from hell. “Well, when a man and a woman love each other very much…”
