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“Great, next one is—” My notes drop on the ground and I curse. Aaron lets go of a smile despite himself before I give him a death glare. I get back into my seat, as Wolf covers his mouth with his hand, hiding his amusement.Bastard.“Next question. What’s your type of woman?” It looks like a question I could have asked.
“Physically, I’d say naturally beautiful.” Suddenly, his eyes behold mine and I feel myself melting in my chair. He smirks arrogantly. “And for the rest, a woman with a strong personality…” His gaze drops to my legs that I tighten together. “Athletic.” He leans toward me. “Funny. Plus, I have a thing for…”I’m in trouble. “… Artists.”
Ok. Time to move on.Am I really his type?Move on, Elle.“Well…” I almost choked when I read the next question, blushing hard. Too late to back off. “Your favorite sexual position?” My voice sounds huskier than what I’ve planned.
He laughs beautifully as if the camera between us is inexistent. “Why choose only one? Let’s say, with the right woman, I can be into vanilla or into more… passionate exchanges.” Let it to Aaron to not say the actual words while being a next level of dirty.
I cough, praying the next question wouldn’t be a sexual one. “How do you see yourself in five years?”
“Having won five more championships.” Of course. “Honestly, I like to live in the present, by doing my best each day. We don’t know what the future is holding on.”
“Favorite color?”
“Red victory.”
I can’t help but laugh, having more fun I ever had doing an interview. A few more questions later, Wolf and I are successfully done with it. “That was great, thank you.” I turn off the camera, before importing the card directly to my computer.
Aaron stands up. I don’t need to turn around to know he’s right behind my back, feeling his magnetism and our connection sparkling all around the room. “You’re making it really hard for me, Elle.”
“Hard?” I play the innocent. He’s so close to me, only a few inches separating us. He could easily crush me between his sculpted body and the desk in front of me.
“Yes.”God. That husky voice. “I don’t give interviews and here I am.” I turn around to face him. He wets his full watering lips, while I play nervously with my fingers. “Plus, yesterday you stopped denying that attraction between us, maybe—”
“It doesn’t mean I’ll succumb to it,” I justify myself. “Again.”
“Oh, you will… again. After all, you’re all mine this week.”
A satisfying smile curves his lips as he steps away. How will I survive days being at Wolf’s mercy?
Pole position
I open my eyes slowly, perceiving only a blurry shadow in front of me.My sight becomes clearer and I see the most enchanting view ever.Aaron?This isn’t a dream. I cover myself by bringing the silk blanket up to my nose so I can hide my goofy smile. The red color of his racing suit vibrates throughout all of my body. His lock of hair falling on his forehead lightened by the sun feels like a movie scene. His Greek god features are creating the need for my body to belong with him. Wolf in all of his splendor.
“Good morning,ma belle.” I simper and greet him back, pulling the blanket lower under my arms. “I have a practice session this morning. Would you like to come watch it?”
“Yes, I’d love to come,” I reply still half asleep, playing nervously with my hair. After all, it’s only seven a.m.
“Perfect. I’ll see you on the pit wall in half an hour.”Wait? What?“Don’t be late.”
I throw off the blanket in one move and run to catch him before he leaves. “Aaron, wait!”
He is already outside the room calling to another driver in the hallway. His piercing stare meet mine, undressing me without shame. His attention travels to my lips, my breasts, my legs, while I’m giving him ayou can look but you can’t touchlook.
“Did you know that your pajama is… transparent?”
What?I look down and notice my black panties is visible from beneath my silk shorts. The small tissue of my top offers him a perfect view of my pointing nipples and of the shape of my breasts.Oh god!I quickly cover my chest with my hands, my eyes throwing raging flames at him. His annoying self laughs and dares to push my buttons.
“Thanks for the preview. Very sexy.” His tongue wets his lips, while his mouth curves into a lascivious smile. “Sexier than what I imagined. And I have a wild imagination,ma belle.”
I don’t know what irritates me more. His arrogance, the fact he undresses every inch of me without even trying to hide it, or, his brutal honesty.
I slam the door on him.I hate him!
Forty minutes later, I’m obviously late and walking on the track trying to spot Aaron’s pit wall, with my old-fashioned white converse, my favorite slim jeans, and a white off-shoulder top. Racers are already here doing test practice with their respective teams. The screaming sounds of the engines rumbling around us.
“Watch where you’re going!” a woman shouts after bumping into me while she was taking the perfect selfie from the perfect angle.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”Why am I even excusing myself?
