LUKE
At eight sharp, I knock on the door to her bus, hoping she’ll be the one to answer. It’s not a problem if anyone else answers. I don’t care if anyone sees me with Jessica.
She, however, doesn’t seem eager to be seen with me. Another thing I find intriguing about this woman is that, whereas most girls like to go to restaurants where they know they’ll be seen and possibly photographed, Jessica doesn’t even want to look at me when someone else is watching us.
Earlier in the paddock, when I approached her, she kept looking around, afraid someone might see me standing there talking to her.
It’s equally frustrating and refreshing.
The door opens, and Jessica rushes out of the bus.
“Eager to see me, princess?” I ask with a smile, taking in her outfit.
She looks gorgeous in dark jeans, her heels, and a top thatreveals her black bra underneath. She looks as stunning as always, and I feel my cock hardening just at the sight of her.
“I don’t want anyone to see us together.” I don’t comment, but I place my hand at the small of her back, guiding her to the passenger seat of my BMW i8.
“Nice ride,” she says before sliding in. When she’s settled, I head to the driver’s seat and start the car. As soon as we’re in the tight space of my vehicle, I catch the scent of her intoxicating perfume, a mix of vanilla and something else. The aroma fills my senses, quickening my pulse and spinning my thoughts into a whirlwind of desire.
I start driving toward our destination, just waiting for her to begin the interrogation.
Sure enough, the reporter in her surfaces, and I smile.
“So, where are we going?” she asks almost immediately. I didn’t give her much information earlier when I told her to be ready at eight. I get the impression that Jessica likes to have control, and I plan to strip some of it from her. She may be sceptical, but I’m planning to peel back her layers and get to know her better.
“Will you be mad, more than usual, if I say it’s a surprise?” I reply, glancing at her and noticing a slight smile on herlips. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but she seems different somehow. Like she’s let her guard down a little.
I like it.
I thought she might even fight me about getting in the car with me, but so far, she seems slightly less hostile than earlier.
“You can have your surprise if you tell me why I’m here,” she says with less confidence.
She’s not the only one feeling out of sorts here.
All evening, I’ve been wondering if this is a good idea at all.
She’s a reporter, and I’m a celebrity.
She could easily take advantage of me, but Jessica seems like one of the most genuine people I’ve met in a while. She’s the opposite of most people in this industry, except for my friends and family.
Usually, people are eager to be seen with me or get a moment of my attention.
Jessica, on the other hand, treats me like any other man, and it’s refreshing.
Ultimately, I decided that I couldn’t stay away without exploring our connection further.
“I’m taking you out on a date. Keep up, princess. I thought you were smarter than that.” She playfully hits my armbefore leaning back in her seat.
“You know what I mean, smart ass. Why am I the one in this car and not someone who hasn’t insulted you twice or maybe three times in the last twenty-four hours?”
Because your fire is part of the reason I can’t get you out of my head. Because you obviously don’t want anything from me like others do. Because you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.
The list is long, but I know telling her would scare her away, so I just say,
“I’m trying to show you that pushing me away will only make me push that much harder, but I thought we would do this on your terms today.” She seems content with my answer for now, and I add,
“Besides, I told you we weren’t done, and I never break my promises.” She considers what I just told her, but doesn’t comment, so I ask her about her internship.
