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He doesn’t have to talk to me. This is an assignment. One to prove to my father that I can do business.

Before I can say anymore on the subject, Danger steps on the gas. “What are you doing?” I ask.

“Being a little reckless.” He smiles as he goes even faster.

I’ve grown up in the racing world. I even know how to handle my own with an Indy car. And I can drive fast, too. But I’m smart about it. I’m not one to disobey the speed limits on the interstate like Danger is right now.

“Slow down.” I grab the handle along the top of the door.

“Oh come on,” he says, speeding even faster, “I thought you wanted to feel alive.”

“I don’t think dying is a good way to feel alive.”

He laughs, and the sound only intensifies my fear. This guy is bat shit crazy. He sets his hand on my thigh with his other hand on the wheel as he speeds down the highway.

Thank god there’s no other cars around on the road.

“You’re insane.” I’m not going to lie, his hand on my thigh is making my heart pound. I’m sure it’s the fear.

He inches his hand up my thigh, and under my skirt as his speed continues. His eyes are on the road, his speed close to one-hundred miles per hour and his hand steadily inches closer to the center of my legs.

And the higher he goes, the more I want him there. This is maddening.

I want Danger’s fingers on me. I spread my legs a little, letting him slip freely past my lace panties.

He moans his approval and slides a finger over my slick skin. “All this wetness for me?”

“Slow down,” I warn, trying not to enjoy his finger as it traces over me. “Please.”

He laughs. “You don’t like living recklessly?”

“No, I like living, period.” I push his hand away. “Now slow down.”

He lets his foot off the gas and we start to slow. “Better?”

I twist my body as much as I can in the seat and angle myself so I’m facing the window. “Don’t talk to me for the rest of the way.”

Danger laughs again. “I was in complete control the whole time.”

Chapter9

Danger

We stop around midnight so I can get a little sleep before driving the rest of the way to Indianapolis.

“I’m just going to call my father while you get the rooms,” Monterey says, stepping away from the car and putting her phone up to her ear.

I head into the lobby, smiling at the blonde behind the counter. “Two rooms, please.” I wink at her just for good measure. Or maybe because I’m used to winking at pretty ladies. Or maybe it’s because I’m fucking tired and want to get a bed, soon.

She taps at her computer. “I’m so sorry we’re all booked up. We may have one room available for the night.”

I slide my company card across the counter. “Even better. One bed?”

She nods. “Yes, I have a king available.”

Normally I’d fight the clerk, beg her to find another room, maybe even check a neighboring hotel, but instead I crack a grin at the thought of sharing a room with Monterey. I’ve decided I like getting a rise out of her. And sharing a room should do it.

I grab the key and head back out to the car, sliding into the driver’s side to pull around the back of the building where our room is.

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