That made his co-worker laugh. “Good luck with that.”
Monica didn’t flick her gaze over his shoulder to Josh, but he felt it all the same, and knew they were both remembering the night before.
How he’d pinned her down and promised, between her giggling laughs, that he really did think that she had just as much to teach him as he did her. She was shockingly smart, clever, and funny, and even if others thought she was just at Fischer Racing because of her dad, he knew how much she wanted to prove herself worthy of being the heir apparent.
She’d embraced the first thankless challenge her father had tossed at her feet. She was going to level up their brand, and Josh was going to make sure she got full credit for her hard work.
If he learned about hashtags and audience funnelling in the process, that wasn’t the worst thing. One day soon, he wanted to have his own garage, and he knew an online presence was how to get ahead.
So before and after giving each other orgasms, he found himself telling Monica every detail of his dream. He’d do the same tonight. They were kindred spirits experiencing a fever dream together, a magical moment in time that needed to be savoured on every level before the bubble burst.
Now he watched, his hunger barely veiled, as she leaned her hip against the work bench and waited. Her lush little mouth retained that secret smile until they were alone, and then she sauntered over to him, his cock thickening a bit more with each step.
“Hello, you,” she murmured as he yanked her hard against his body.
“Missed you.” He grunted the two words in the half second it took to tangle his hand in her hair and tip her head back, and then they were kissing.
She tasted like secrets. Like she’d popped a TicTac before she left her office and smiled the entire walk across the racing team’s campus, knowing he’d pounce on her at the first opportunity. Her lips promised that she wanted this just as much as he did, and her tongue, her clever, questing tongue, told him that she was eager to head back to his apartment for—
“Forgot my…”
They broke apart, but it wasn’t fast enough.
Fuck.
Monica pressed her lips together, her eyes wide as Josh winced. Behind her, the other mechanic gave him awhat the fucklook.
The ground beneath Josh’s feet shifted hard, an earthquake custom-made for one.
He squeezed Monica’s arm. “Head back to your office, okay?”
“But—”
“Let me handle this,” he said quietly. Not so quiet the other guy couldn’t hear him. Just low enough Monica would hopefully pick up that he had this handled, at least for tonight. “And then I’ll find you after.”
* * *
“He’s not goingto tell anyone,” Monica heard herself repeat for the third time that night.
Josh nodded, but didn’t say anything.
He was grilling dinner in the courtyard behind his apartment building, and she was writing Instagram copy for the drivers.
“What’s the worst that could happen?”
Josh barked a humourless laugh. “I’ll be fired.”
She winced, hating that she kept forgetting how important his job was. For his immigration status, and his career progression. “What if you didn’t need to worry about the work visa?”
That got her a raised,you got a trick up your sleeve I don’t know about?eyebrow. Faintly amused, though. Josh always gave her room to explore ideas, even far fetched ones.
Maybe she did have a trick they could use, though. She took a deep breath. “What if we got married?”
The amusement fell off his face. “No.”
“Josh—”
“Let’s eat.” He turned the grill off and pulled the steaks onto a platter.
