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I give him a hug and open my car door. “Be safe.” The words I always tell him before he races, a thing we’ve always done and probably always will. Even just running test laps is dangerous, and sometimes, I wish he didn’t race.
He’s not the usual bad-boy race car driver who’s cocky and thinks he’s better than everyone else. I can’t stand those. No, AJ’s too sweet, and sometimes that’s what makes me most afraid for him.
But LucaDeMello? He’s the usual type. The arrogant, sexy jerk all rolled up into one delicious fuckingIhate you suit.
And as much as I don’t want to say it, we need him.
I’m pretty fucking sure he needs us too.
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“Wait,you meantheLucaDeMello? The sex god himself? The Adonishot pieceof man candy?” Mel finishes her glass of wine before pouring us more from the bottle we ordered.
“That’s the one.” I pop a piece of cheese in my mouth.
“You have heard what they say abouthim,right?” Mel side-eyes me. She knows I’m smart, and I’m damn good at my job, so she must know I know. And she must know I don’t care.
“Yep.” I shrug and shovel two more pieces of cheese in my mouth. “Business is business. I don’t care where he sticks that dick of his or how good he looks in a race suit. He’s what we need. The cash factor alone is enough to see that.”
Mel watches me over the rim of her glass. “It’s a good thing you hate race car drivers then. Because I’m telling you, girl, if a man that handsome worked in my office, I’d be jumping his bones in the break room every chance I got.”
I snort while lifting my full wineglass, causing some to slosh over the side. “Mel do something like that? No way.” I tease, knowing damn well she would. She can be a little crazyat times,but she’s got a good heart beneath all her layers.
Grabbing a napkin, I wipe my hand and lean back in my chair. We’re at our local bar, enjoying drinks and appetizers, something we frequently do. We’d probably save a ton of money by drinking and eating at home, but I was never ahomebody, sothe thought isn’t appealing. And thankfully, Mel still enjoys going out even if her husband, Mitch, doesn’t always want to.
“Ha, good one. But seriously? Any sane woman would.”
“What about a sane woman who likes her job and whose father’s office is near said break room?”
Mel almost spits out her wine, a hand flying to her mouth. “Oh myGod,can you imagine?” Her eyes grow wide. “Your dad would lose his shit.”
“Not onlythatbut ew. I could never,knowinghe is literally rightthere.” I make a gagging noise and shiver.
“Says the girl who snuckboyshome, hmm? I specifically remember one night where both your brother and father were home, and Peter and you, missy, were fucking in the basement. Didn’t you fall on top of some Christmas decorations, and Peter found tinsel wrapped around his dick later?”
I gasp before dissolving into a fit of laughter. Leave it to Mel to make me remember all the memories I’d rather not. “Can we not go down memory lane tonight?”
“Why not? It’s your favorite place.” Mel snickers just as our second bottle of wine arrives along with our tray of bruschetta. My mouth waters at the delicious-looking toasted bread with melted cheese, tomato slices, and basil.
We dig right in and shoot the shit about our day. Mel is an ERnurse, soshe always has an interesting story.
“How do you plan on wooing the hot race car driver?” Mel asks as we finishour food.
“Woo? No. Charm? Maybe.” I grin and wipe my mouth with a napkin before swallowing the last sip of my wine. “These guys are putty in my hands, Mel. I have no doubt it’s a done deal.”
“He’s not just any guy, though, babe. You’ve seen his interviews, right?”
My stomach twists, and suddenly, I wish I ate less. Maybe drank less too.
I’ve seen interviews, all right. I always study the drivers because it’s a part of my job. Scouting outgood driversis necessary, and my father counts on me, so I can’t disappoint him.
But Luca is every reasonwhyI hate race car drivers.Cockyassholes who think their shit doesn’t stink. And he’s the cream of the crop.
Sometimes, you need what you’d rather not have. Life is funny that way. And let’s not forget, the money is too good to pass up, and I know it can turn things around for my family. I have to remain focused on my goal and not concern myself with anything that has to do with Luca besides driving.
I feel better after my little pep talk. “Of course I have. I know how he is, but I won't let it stop me. Besides, I’m pretty sure he needs us too. Two of his biggest sponsors are threatening to drop him forbad behavior, and he butts heads with his current team.”
“So you want to bring that around the team? Last I knew, all the sponsors hate that shit, including your father’s company. And how will Colton Donovan react? Fuck, Nev, I don’t envy you.”
