She grins as she revs the engine one last time before shutting it down. “I’ve never met a girl who’s into cars before.”
“That’s because most girls are pampered princesses who don’t understand the rush of going fast.” She opens the car door and gets out, while I do the same.
I lean on the car and rest my arms on the roof to stare at her on the other side. “You’re an adrenaline junkie?”
The twinkle in her blue eyes gives her away before she even admits it. “Totally.”
I love anything that’s fast and dangerous. It’s what drew me to the motocross business. This hot little minx is kind of like the female version of me—apart from the fact she doesn’t seem to be into casual sex. That’s where we differ. “So, you ride on the track?”
“I used to.” She nods towards the door of the restaurant we’re parked in front of and we shut the car doors at the same time.
“Did you just get tired of it, or what?” I ask as I fall into step beside her.
“The passion for it isn’t there anymore.”
I hold the door open for her. “That doesn’t make any sense. If you’re so into the whole speed thing, I would think it’s hard to walk away from riding if that’s what you love. I mean, you’re around it everyday. Don’t you get the urge to hop on a bike and go?”
There’s no answer from her, she only shrugs. She passes through the door and I can’t help staring at her ass in those tight jean shorts. The temptation to smack it causes my hand to itch and I grip the door handle tighter.
The hostess wearing jeans and a purple t-shirts tosses her brown hair over her shoulder and smiles at me. “How many?”
I hold up two fingers. “Two.”
The brunette gives Holly the once over and curls her lip. Holly doesn’t miss the girl’s reaction and raises her eyebrows, daring the girl to say something to her. The girl doesn’t, she simply flips her hair again and says, “Follow me.”
Holly turns towards me. “What a bitch. If we’d actually been together on a date, I would’ve been offended.”
I can’t help but to chuckle at the entire situation. “This can be a date if you want.”
She shakes her head. “Um, no.”
The hostess leads us to a corner booth and sets a couple of menus on the table. “Your server will be right with you.” She turns her gaze to me and winks as I slide into the booth across from Holly. “Let me know if you need anything.”
“Okay”—I lean in, staring at her nametag and perfectly round tits—“Julie. Will do.”
I break out my crooked grin—the one that drives the ladies mad and return the wink. She giggles and plays with her hair as she spins on her heel to go back the direction she brought us.
“Ugh,” Holly says. “Could you be any sleazier? You might as well have had sex with her right in front of me.”
I laugh. “Are you jealous that you aren’t getting my undivided flirting attention now? You’ve made it perfectly clear that you’re not interested. Don’t be a hater now that I’m testing new waters.”
“Please.” She rolls her eyes. “I don’t care what you do.”
She opens her menu upside-down and tries to ignore me, but I’m on to her. I reach across the table and flip it around. “For some who doesn’t care, you’re awfully distracted.”
“Shut up.” I laugh and pick up my menu and try to let it go before I piss her off any further.
This restaurant isn’t fancy by any means—there are peanut shells thrown all over the floor—but it’s nice. It’s very country and reminds me of home.
I didn’t see a lot of choices for places to eat when I drove through Tucson today. This city is so spread out. Not the typical packed city I’m used to, where it takes an hour to get anywhere, but I’m glad I have a local to show me around. It’s been a while since I’ve had an adventure alone.
Holly studies the menu. “This place has the best Bloomin’ Onions. Do you like those?”
I nod. “Sure, I just don’t eat fried stuff often. This body is a temple. I try to keep it in shape.”
She shakes her head. “I’d eat them every day if I could, but I can’t afford to come here. Last time I was here was last fall for my nineteenth birthday when I came home from school.”
“Nineteen? Wow you’re a baby.” And it’s nearly illegal for me to have the dirty thoughts I’ve been having about her.
“Actually, last night was my birthday. That’s why I was at the bar. I’ve officially left my teen years behind.”
“Well, happy belated birthday. I’m glad I could give you a taste of being twenty.” I smile and she scowls at me. “Maybe you should’ve let me give you a real present last night…” She shakes her head at me, but there’s no hiding the blush in her cheeks.
I know deep down she likes it when I talk dirty to her. I can read people.
I need a subject change before I dwell on the things I’d like to do to her any longer. “You go to college?”
“I used to. I gave it up to come home and help Dad at the track. He couldn’t afford to pay his employees anymore.” I notice the frown on her lips, and I don’t like it—a face that pretty should never be sad. I want to immediately fix it.
“Well, maybe when my investor buddy comes through you can go back?”
Her eyes flit to mine. “I would love to. It just sucks all my friends back at school will be ahead of me now.”
“You’re still young. You’ll make new friends.” I point out. “What were you studying?”
“Psychology.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “Wow. That’s impressive. You’re smart and hot. That’s a pretty badass combination.”
She giggles. “Thanks. I wish more guys thought that way. A lot of them have problems with women who take school so seriously.”
“What do you mean?” I ask completely confused. “I love smart women—all women, actually.”
“I haven’t had great luck with men.”
That’s a shame. I rest my elbows on the table and lean forward. “Maybe you’ve just been dating the wrong guys?”
There’s a heat between us as we stare each other in the eye. I know she feels it too, because a slight blush creeps up her neck into her cheeks, making me think about what she’d look like after an orgasm. One that, at the moment, I would love to give her by sinking between her sweet, creamy thighs and licking her into oblivion.
Images of what’s hidden beneath those clothes, and the way her mouth tastes, toy with my brain and my cock twitches in anticipation.
I open my mouth to tell her fuck the dinner—let’s get out of here and I’ll give her something else she’s starving for when our overly chipper waitress with bottle-blonde hair approaches the table. “What can I get you two to drink?”
I shake myself out of my daze as I try to clear my sex-crazed brain from thinking about fucking Holly any longer. I can only endure so much torture. “A Bud Light.”
“A Coke, please,” Holly says.
Once the waitress is gone, Holly taps the table with her index finger and directs her attention at everyone else in the place but me. It’s like she’s afraid to look at me again. I completely get it—the attraction between us is hard to deny, but we both know we need to fight it. There can never be anything more than innocent flirting between us and last night needs to be kept locked away.
It’s a bad idea to mix business with pleasure. Even I know that.
Before I can start a conversation about the track, her eyes grown wide and she tries to hide her face behind her hands. “What are you doing, Holly? You look like a crazy person.”
“Don’t say my name,” she whispers harshly, ducking down and grabbing for a menu.