Page 15 of Fatal Collision
I gasp.
Kane knows exactly what he’s doing.
The crowd parts for the car while I study the sleek leather interior. Kane seems to read my thoughts and says, “You’re looking at three million dollars of hand-built power. Only five hundred exist in the world.”
I cross my arms over my chest and shake my head with a scoff. “You just can’t help it, can you?”
He glances at me. “Can’t help what?”
“Acting like a privileged asshole. Maybe your family’s money impressed all the other women you’ve fucked in here.” I throw a disgusted look around the car. “But it doesn’t work on me.”
“No?” He doesn’t sound bothered in the slightest bymy critique. If anything, a small smile lifts his lips. “Is that so? You don’t care about money?” His gaze drops to my bare thighs, and heat settles between my legs when his attention lingers. “So you’re telling me you wouldn’t open those pretty legs if I offered you three million dollars for an hour of your time?”
My lips part in surprise. “You prick!”
What a rude question. Why would he even say something like that?
I look away from him, not yet ready to admit the uncomfortable truth. Three million dollars would change my family’s life… or anyone’s, really. That much money would cover my mother’s treatment and secure our future.
No, I refuse to let a spoiled brat like Kane Ravencourt get under my skin like this. I’ll never take money from him.
He seems to take pity on me and changes the subject. “If the car’s worth doesn’t impress you, how about this? It’ll hit sixty in two seconds flat and keep pulling until we’re doing two-sixty.”
My brows knit in confusion when his words slowly register, and I look up to see that we are at the starting line.
“Shit.” I startle upright, looking past Kane to see none other than my brother’s red car next to us. My eyes saucer, and I duck down.
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. This is not good.
A look of confusion crosses Kane’s face when he notes the impossible position that I’ve gotten myself into, half lying in the seat, with my feet on the dashboard.
“What are you doing?” he questions.
“He can’t see me.”
“Who can’t see you?”
I jab a finger at the car beside us, and Kane turns his head with a look of mild puzzlement on his face.
“That’s my brother,” I whisper-hiss as if Chris can hear me.
“Your brother?”
“Yes, my fucking brother. So you can call off this race right now.”
Amusement flashes in Kane’s eyes, and he looks back down at me. “You can’t be in that position when the race starts.”
“Hello?! He’ll see me.”
Okay, this is uncomfortable. My chin is tucked into my chest, and I’m sure I am almost folded in half.
“Come on… he can’t see you.” Kane pulls me up with surprising strength. “The windows are tinted.”
“Please,” I plead, giving him my best doe eyes. “You have to pull out of this race. My brother can’t afford to lose.”
One of his dark brows shoots up. “Well, then he’ll have to beat me, won’t he?”
“Are you stupid?!” I gesture almost franticallyaround the sleek interior of his car, and the sorry state of my brother’s vehicle. “You’re driving this… this…”
