Page 105 of Octane

We also applied for restraining orders against Daniel. With testimony from Carissa, Zach, Nate, Tim, and Ryder, countless videos from the condo as well as the one of Daniel jumping me in the garage, the judge issued the orders fairly easily. Daniel has been surprisingly quiet since the incident at the condo. I had thought he would tear the city apart looking for Sawyer. I’m concerned he’s planning something. I told Sawyer she should press charges for kidnapping and false imprisonment, but she’s content to leave it alone and get on with her life.

I can’t really say I blame her.

The next thing on our list is to get Sawyer reinstated as a driver. The league is pretty strict about drivers missing races. If you miss any number of races due to an injury, you can fill out a waiver to be reinstated, but that doesn’t guarantee anything. And they only accept waivers from drivers who are in the top thirty of the point standings.

Sometimes, they grant reinstatement for extenuating circumstances.

Like getting blackmailed and held against your will.

Sawyer and I went before the heads of the league with the story of what happened before the race in Darlington and everything after that. I think it went pretty well, but we’re still waiting to hear back from them.

I look up from my computer and watch as Sawyer looks through market research data for Powell Corporation’s new energy drink. She told me that if she is going to spend time here at the office, she wants to do something helpful. I can watch her all day long. Her stomach rumbles then, breaking my trance.

“Hey beautiful. What do you want to do for lunch?” I ask her.

“It doesn’t matter to me. I could go for anything.”

Before I get a chance to name a few options, my phone rings.

“Jackson Powell,” I answer.

“Jackson, it’s Mike Stewart.”

I snap my fingers, getting Sawyer’s attention.

“Mike, hi, how are you?” I ask, putting the call on speaker.

“I’m fine. I wanted to tell you that we’ve reviewed Sawyer’s case and came to a unanimous decision.”

My eyes lock with hers as she stands and moves closer to my desk. I take her hand in mine and run my thumb over the back of it.

“And?”

Sawyer squeezes my hand nervously.

“We’re happy to hear that she’s okay after everything she’s been through. We will be reinstating her, and we look forward to seeing her at the next race.”

“Thank you, Mike. We sincerely appreciate it.”

“Have a great day, goodbye.”

As I hang up the phone, Sawyer squeals. I stand up and grab her in my arms, swinging her around.

“I knew they would let you back in,” I tell her.

“Well, I wish that I was as confident as you are. I’m just glad they didn’t take forever to come up with a decision. A week was long enough to wait.”

“I think I did a pretty good job distracting you,” I tease her, fingering the button on her shirt.

“You did a very good job,” she lightly brushes her lips against mine. “But a week until the next race is such a long time to wait. I think I might need you to distract me again.”

“Don’t move,” I pick my laptop off the desk and set it on the sofa as I walk past it.

Locking my door, I turn and look at Sawyer with promise in my eyes. Then I stalk her the entire way back to my desk as I loosen my tie. In one swift motion, I knock the rest of the items from my desk to the floor. Picking Sawyer up, I place her on my desk and start unbuttoning her shirt.

Sawyer’s breathing increases, and my dick twitches. She grabs my tie and pulls it from around my neck, throwing it on the floor.

“I love you in this suit,” she gets out between heavy breaths. “It’s a shame because I really want to rip it off of you.”

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