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With Valentino beside her she felt carefree, as if he had flicked a switch inside her, and as much as she fought against the uncertainty of her emotions she felt more like herself now than she ever had.
She watched him handle a group of business executives with ease and aplomb and for a moment envied him his sheer confidence and charisma. There was just something about him that was devastatingly attractive—and it wasn’t just the way he looked. It was his sense of humour, his chivalry, his deep voice, his keen intelligence...
Miller sucked in a breath as a shot of pure terror made her chest hurt.
She was falling for him.
No. It couldn’t be true. She wouldn’t let it be true. But...
As if sensing her distress, Valentino turned to her, his eyes intense as they swept over her. Burned into her.
‘Miller, are you okay?’
Miller stared up into his concerned gaze.
‘I’m fine,’ she answered automatically.
His gaze narrowed, sharpened, and Miller had a horrible feeling that he could see into her deepest self.
His hand reached for hers. ‘You’re sure?’
No, she was far from sure. But what could she say? That she thought her feelings for him were deeper than his for her? She shook her head, and his frown deepened.
Realising she was behaving like a nutcase, Miller pulled herself together. She wasn’t falling in love with him; she was too smart to do that.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
HE really should be worried about getting himself into the mental space required to win pole position for tomorrow’s race but for some reason he wasn’t. The race was less than twenty-four hours away, and he wondered if he had time to make a quick detour on his way to the track.
He probably should be worried about how he felt about Miller as well, but so far he’d refused to think about it—and he was going to continue doing so until after the race.
It was true he was starting to entertain some thoughts about not finishing things with her straight away...but the jury was still out on that one.
And it wasn’t just because of the sexual pleasure she brought him—though that was astounding. It was that he liked being with her. He’d even let her convince him to try Mexican food yesterday. He smiled at the memory. He hadn’t planned on eating much—his team manager would have thrown a fit if he’d deviated from his strict diet this close to a race—but he hadn’t needed discipline to tell her he’d pass.
‘What are you thinking about?’
He glanced at her, sitting beside him in his Range Rover, her long legs curled to the side. The question had become a running joke between them since Monday night.
‘That bean mixture you tried to force-feed me yesterday.’
‘Enchiladas.’
He shuddered, and she rolled her eyes.
‘I did not try to force-feed you. There must be something wrong with your tastebuds.’
‘I promise you there’s nothing wrong with my tastebuds, Sunshine.’ He watched her blush and brought her fingertips to his lips.
He grinned as she smiled, and the sudden realisation that he was relaxed and happy jolted him. Often he had to force those feelings, but right now they were as genuine as she was.
‘Any news from TJ?’ He knew the man had agreed to part of Miller’s business proposal, but the crafty old bastard was holding back on the rest until he found out his own decision about representing Real Sport.
Miller had insisted that he not do it, but he’d turned the matter over to his publicist anyway.
‘Not yet. But I’m confident he’ll give us the rest of his business in due course.’
Tino was too, but talking business reminded him again of one of his own little projects that he’d neglected of late.
Deciding that he had enough time, he turned the car off the next exit ramp, just before the Westgate Bridge, that led to the backstreets of Yarraville.
‘This isn’t the way to Albert Park,’ Miller said, curiosity lighting her voice.
‘I want to show you something first.’
He pulled into a large empty car park and cut the engine.
‘This is a go-carting track.’
‘Yep. Go Wild.’
Miller followed him out of the car, her sexy legs encased in denim jeans and cute black boots.
‘Why are we here?’
‘I want to check it out.’
‘I think it’s closed.’
‘It is.’ He reached the double glass doors and used a key to open it. ‘I bought the place two months ago, when I was bored convalescing. I’ve had a lot of work done on it, but I haven’t been back for a while.’
