Page 51 of Happy Hour

“I think he will be in a minute, why?” I leaned back against the wall trying to appear calm.

She glared towards Jameson. “I just have a bone to pick with him.” She turned towards me. “When did you get here?”

Shit, don’t panic and be sneaky.

“Oh...I never left.” I tried to act all nonchalant about it so she wouldn’t catch on but I still hadn’t improved on being sneaky. “I traveled with Jameson from Charlotte.”

By the grace of god, Jameson walked over right about the time she was starting to figure it out.

“You’re an asshole!” Alley yelled pushing him into the wall beside me.

Jameson smirked steadying himself by reaching for me. “I havenoidea what you’re talking about.” He put his arms around my shoulders wrapping around my chest and then used me as some sort of defense mechanism against the “Alley wrath” as he frequently called it.

“Oh, I think youdo,Jameson.” Alley got right in his face. “My son called a one year-old little girl a ruthless bitch because of you.”

Both Jameson and me started laughing at that point.

I know it’s not supposed to be funny that Lane called a little girl this but it is funny. I only wish I could have seen it. Lane had the cutest little chipmunk voice. It was probably adorable like thoseSubwaycommercials with the kids talking.

“Stop laughing, both of you.” she snapped changing her focus into work mode. “Jameson you have an autograph session in an hour. I suggest you get to it. After that, you have a meeting with Simplex and an interview with Track Pass at six.”

Jameson just nodded to everything she told him pulling his drivers suit down around his waist.

Alley started to walk away but turned when she reached the bay doors at the edge of his car. “Oh and Jameson,” she glared directly at him when he glanced up at her. “Paybacks are aruthlessbitch.”

Jameson rolled his eyes imperviously sitting on some tires before pulling me onto his lap.

“Uhh...should I be sitting on your lap here in public?” I asked glancing around the garage. The crews were all distracted by their duties; I still thought this was rather public of him.

“Fuck what they think.”

“Hmmm,” Part of me wished Chelsea would walk by right about now. Punching her just didn’t seem like enough. I wanted her to see this, Jameson and me together, in public.

Now you really do sound like you’re in high school.

“Have dinner with me tonight.” Jameson whispered pushing my hair off my shoulder to reveal my bare skin that wasn’t covered by my tank top.

“Friends with benefits go to dinner together?” I raised an eyebrow.

He nodded his head once. “Well,” he leaned forward and put his lips at my ear. “We areexclusivefriends with benefits. And I say we make our own rules to this.” He kissed my neck softly before pulling away. “So if I want to take you to dinner, I think I have every right to, as yourexclusivefriend withhisdetermined benefits.”

“Hisdetermined benefits,” I repeated.

“Yep,” he said popping the “p” at the end.

“So what arehisdetermined benefits anyways?”

“I can’t give my secrets away just yet.” His eyes sparkled. “What would be the fun in that?”

“Does it involve more race cars?” He piqued my curiosity when he said his determined benefits.

Jameson winked. “I would say race cars could be arranged.” He smiled wickedly leaning into me again. “Do you wanna go for a ride in my race car?”

“Actually, I’m dying to go for a ride. I’m being serious. Ireallywant to take a ride in your race car.”

“Really, you want like arealride in my car? As inthatrace car?” He gestured towards his car parked beside us.

I nodded my head like a five-year old wanting candy or a pit lizard in heaven, either way, I was ecstatic at the possibility.

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