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“His presence was definitely missed. Mr. Matthews’ knowledge with the specification of these cars is irreplaceable. Neil’s pretty good, but missing Mr. Matthews affected the crew, I’m sure,” I answer as discretely as possible.
The media knows about the suspension as related to the fight in Detroit. Hunter’s PR team released a statement earlier in the week, and we used it to our advantage.
“If you’ll excuse me,” I say to them as I walk to Elle, who hands me my phone.
“Ready to head home?” she asks, and I nod.
“More than ever. Just need to change real quick and I’ll meet you outside the RV.”
“See you then.”
***
Tuesday - June 14
I knock on Saint’s office door and step in, locking the door behind me. “I’m so happy to see your face again,” I say to him as I straddle his lap.
He cups my face with his hands and crushes his lips to mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and revel in the feeling of his tongue exploring my mouth. Not that we hadn’t just seen each other last night.
Saint pulls back breaking the kiss. “We need to stop now or everyone in this building will hear you scream my name.”
I smile as a shiver runs through my body right to my core. He’s so fucking dirty in bed, I feel like I’m in a constant state of arousal. “I know,” I agree as I stand up and give him a moment to situate himself. “Ready to put on an act?” I wink.
“Let’s do it. Make it look good,” he responds as I whip open his office door and charge out of the office.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” I scream at him. “You have no place to tell me how to run the car in Ohio.”
“I’m the car chief, pretty sure that makes me qualified enough to tell you that what you’re proposing won’t fucking work.”
“I don’t care what you think. I want the setup the way I’ve requested,” I seethe, looking around the shop till I see Mac, which is his signal to intervene.
“Fucking woman, you’re frustrating,” Saint responds as I go to challenge him. I bring my arm back about to slap him when Mac grabs it and pulls me away.
“Chill out, everyone’s looking,” he tells me as he winks.
“He’s being impossible,” I shout, waving my hands for effect.
“You’re impossible,” Saint counters.
I throw my hands in the air. “I give up,” I say and storm off the shop floor towards the locker rooms. I wait in the locker room until I receive the text from Saint.
Saint:Pretty sure they bought it. Mac said Drake and Bud were looking at each other like they won the lottery.
Me:Good. Keep up the pretense. I’m going to workout.
Saint:I’m not sure I’m going to be able to work now that I’m thinking about sweat covering your body.
Me:Sex always on your mind?
Saint:With you it is.
Me:You’re impossible. [smiley emoji]
I’m almost down with my workout when I see Drake walk into the workout room.
“What do you want?” I ask him as I jump off the treadmill.
“Same thing that I've wanted for the last two years. I want what’s due to me,” he replies.
