Hitting save, I chewed on my lip as I pressed the elevators up button. Clark. Could I see myself dating him?
I closed my eyes and tried to picture Clark and me, but all I could picture was Emmit’s gray eyes looking into mine as he made love to me.
With a sigh, I tossed my phone into my precious purse, the only thing left in this world that loved me as much as I loved it. My purse.
How sad is my life? Pulling my phone out, I quickly sent Clark a text message.
Me: Awe thanks so much, Clark, but I’ll have to pass.
Yep. My life is sad indeed.
The elevator doors opened directly in front of me as I kept my eyes fixed on the floor and walked into the elevator, only to hit head-on with another person.
“Oh! I’m so very s—sorry.”
Gray eyes captured my blue as I sucked in a breath. “Emmit?”
I quickly noticed the blonde standing next to him.
Emmit walked around me as I stood there like a fool. Giving me a weak smile, the blonde whispered, “Excuse me,” as she made her way around me.
As I got my wits about me, I turned around. My shaking hand lifted as I pushed the number seven.
My eyes landed on the back of Emmit’s head as I heard him talking to the front desk agent. “Miss Elliot will be needing to extend her stay for another day.”
The doors shut, and I fell back against the wall as I whispered, “Holy shit, Emmit.”
“I know. He’s dreamy isn’t he?”
I turned to my left only to see a girl my age was standing there wearing a goofy smile. “Excuse me?”
“Emmit Lewis. He’s dreamy as hell. Believe me, I had the same reaction when I saw him get on the elevator. I mean look at me. I was supposed to get off on the lobby floor and here I am riding it back up because I was so taken by him I couldn’t think straight! He totally had me wetting my panties!”
I stared at the girl. “What?” I asked, not even sure why.
She giggled as she rolled her eyes. “I know, I shouldn’t even say things like that. I heard he’s nothing but a player. Hasn’t had a girlfriend in a few years. Word on the circuit is he was about to ask his long-time girlfriend to marry him, but she dumped him because she didn’t like all the traveling or something like that. Wanted him to walk away from his career because she didn’t like racing. What a bitch, right?”
The doors to the seventh floor opened. “It’s your floor. Nice talking to ya!” she called out as I made my way out. Turning to look at her, she waved as the elevator doors closed.
By the time I made it to my room and sat down on the bed, I was full on crying.
“Why in the hell did I ever come here?” I whispered as I fell back onto the king-size bed and stared at the ceiling.
Why?
FINALLY, THIS DAMN DINNER LYNN had thrown was winding down. I walked up to the bar in the restaurant as I motioned for another water. When Jack told me about the dinner his niece had decided she wanted to throw the team, I knew I was stuck for the night. It had been my job to fucking babysit her for the next two days. The only time she wasn’t by my side was when I was practicing or qualifying. All I wanted to do was sit in my bus tonight and watch movies.
The moment I saw Adaline out on the bus pad, I had to keep myself from walking up to her and taking her back to my bus. All I wanted to do was kiss the living shit out of her. She looked beautiful. Her honey-brown hair had been pulled up into a ponytail and those damn blue eyes stood out the second she looked my way.
Of course Lynn noticed my reaction to Adaline and decided to try to dig deep within me for the answers to why I was so angry when I saw her.
I wanted to apologize to Adaline for my behavior towards her, but then when she ran into me inside the elevator and my body came to life with just the small touch from her, I got pissed all over again.
Why in the hell was she even here? She never comes to the races. Ever. This wasn’t her thing anymore.
I sat down as the girl behind the bar gave me a wink. “Here ya go, Emmit.”
With a smile, I looked her over. She looked familiar. “Have we met before?” I asked.
She let out a nervous laugh as she looked down and then back up through her eyelashes. “Last November. You came back to my place for a few hours.”
My smile grew bigger. How in the hell could I forget that night? Fucking hell. “That’s right. You and your roommate . . . what was her name again?”
“Casey was her name.”
I nodded my head. “Yeah. If my memory serves right, seems to me like you and Casey don’t mind sharing.”
She tilted her head and licked her lips before saying, “I can call Casey and we can have a little . . . private party later.”
I felt her presence before I saw her.
Glancing to my left, Adaline stood at the end of the bar dressed in a beautiful light blue dress. Her hair was pulled up with just a few loose curls framing her face. Her lush, sensual lips were covered in a light shade of pink as I watched them move while she talked. Her eyes quickly found mine, and she gave me a smile.
I wanted to smile back, but my pride was still hurt. She turned me down. Walked away from the life we had always talked and dreamed about.
Pulling my eyes from hers, I glanced back at the bartender standing in front of me. “I’ll take a scotch, and I’m afraid I’ll have to take a rain check on the other thing.”
With a pout, she shook her head. “Well damn. That’s a disappointment. Let me grab that drink.”
Adaline laughed at something the other bartender had said to her as I looked back over at her.
As I watched her every move, something hit me. In all the times I talked about becoming a NASCAR driver, Adaline had always told me how proud she was of me, but she never once really said she wanted that life. Sure, she said she wanted to be with me, but was it really fair that I had expected her to be with me from the very beginning? She had every right to pursue her own dreams.
I set the scotch down in front of me as I gave the bartender a nod and threw two twenty’s down on the table. “See ya around, sweetheart.”
“I hope sooner rather than later.”
Not even bothering to look back at her, I took another look at Adaline as she walked away from the bar and back over to her parents. It felt as if the world wobbled on its axis.
Holy living hell, my dick couldn’t possibly get any harder. Adaline had always had an incredible body. It was clear she was no longer a nineteen-year-old girl, but a curvy, sexy as hell, twenty-two-year-old.
“If you eye fuck her any harder, her daddy is going to pound your ass into the wall.”
With a quick turn, I saw Malcolm Wallace leaning against the wall as he watched Adaline move across the room.
I took a step closer. “Maybe you should stop eye fucking her, asshole.”
Malcolm held up his hands and laughed. “Whoa, settle yourself down there, top gun. Even if I wanted to get into Adaline’s pants, she’d never let me. And believe me, I’ve tried.”
I grabbed onto his shirt and pushed him against the wall. “You motherfucker,” I said as I reached back to knock the shit out of him.
Waldo ran up and grabbed me as he pulled me off of Malcolm. Laughing, Malcolm shook his head as he fixed his shirt and tie. “You always were hot headed, Emmit.”
I tried to bust out of the arms of Waldo to go after Malcolm again. “You’re lucky Waldo saved your ass again, you prick.”
Malcolm walked up to me and whispered, “Maybe I’ll take another shot at her.”
Breaking free of Waldo, I reached back and went to punch Malcolm when Adaline stood in front of me and placed both hands on my chest, giving me a hard push.
“Emmit! Stop this now. Don’t let him egg you on. He’s trying to get you to punch him on purpose.”