I snicker but don’t bother denying it. I do like to win. Whether that be in qualifying, on the circuit, or tucked away in this luxurious room with Tessa Halston.
“I know why you’re here.”
Oh, she’s confident. But I’m certain she shouldn’t be.
With a resolute stare, her chin edges forward. “You’re here to take Vanstone Racing out from under us. You and your father probably have some grand plan to overtake the business because he can’t stand the competition.”
I chuckle and pair it with a quick shake of my head. “That would make your father pretty dense, wouldn’t it?”
Tessa’s mouth screws up, heat rushing to her cheeks.
I expect an argument, or some type of insult, but I get neither. The only response I get is cutting silence, which gives me the chance to notice how fast my heart is beating.
Tessa shifts on her feet, the rubber soles of her tennis shoes squeaking over the waxed floor. I place my hands on my lap and peer at her from across the room. The longer we stare at one another, the faster my blood pumps.
I can see why she’s been labeled as Vanstone’s Princess by the media. She’s painfully gorgeous. Long, glossy brown waves for hair with warm eyes that match, though they’re pretty cold staring at me. She has a body that begs for my–a man’s—touch, the perfect size breasts, and hips that curve just below her slim waist.
Vanstone’s Princess? More like the other title she’s been granted over the last few years: Pit Porn.
Shit, stop it.
“Well?” My voice is edged with irritation.
“Well what?” she snaps back.
“Are you going to give me a tour of my new facilities, or do you have other plans?” I purposefully drag my gaze down her body, just to drive my point in.
Her rushed gasp catches my attention, and I stare at her mouth. Her pink lips pinch together, and her fists curl with anger.
I chuckle, and vexation flashes across her features.
God, this is too easy.
Her stomps across the room fill me with unmatched energy. I stand quickly to follow her, with humor following me.
“Keep up and pay attention,” she barks over her shoulder. “I wouldn’t want you to trip over your own feet by staring at my ass.”
Her dig has me impulsively opening my mouth to spew a lie. “You don’t have to worry about that.” I peer down at her ass. “I’ve already looked, and I've gotta admit…I’ve seen better.”
A growl rumbles out of her. “Pig.”
I smirk. “Princess.”
Chapter Seven
TESSA
Beck has changedthe group name.
Four Halston Siblings and One Black Sheep
Noah
Here we go.
Graham
Day three and Beck is still butthurt.
