Her smell. Her laugh. Fuck, her entire damn body…
Shehadto have felt the electricity between us. There was no damn way she couldn’t have. It was intense despite hardly touching. I could only imagine what it would be like to lick my way over her caramel skin.
I groaned in torture and quickly adjusted my cock.
As the flag-girl strutted out to start the race, surprisingly for once, coming first wasn’t at the forefront of my mind; finding out the name of that woman was.
Chapter 6
-Greer-
“Ooooh, Greer, did youseethe way he was looking at you? Girl, he was eating youalivewithout so much as opening his mouth. Hot damn, and thatlip lick!”Roxiee groaned dramatically and fanned herself.
I snorted and pretended I was one-hundred percent unaffected by his sex appeal. I studied my manicure. “Really? I hardly noticed.”
A single sideways glance at Rox told me she didn’t believe a single word. I rolled my eyes and sighed dramatically. “Okay,fine,he was a little hot.”
“Alittle.I saw you get all breathy and flustered back there.”
“I wasnotflustered!”
Rox pursed her lips and arched one brow, and a low chuckle came from the front seat.
I leaned forward and playfully slapped Jethro’s shoulder. “I don’t need sniggering from you, Mr. Pickney.”
His laugh grew louder. “It’s three in the morning, Miss Landon, and I’m driving you around the back streets of L.A. Sniggering is part of the job at this hour.”
Roxiee and I shared a giggle. Jethro had been my driver for the last few years, and while he went beyond the call of duty, this was the first time I’d ever called him away from his family in the middle of the night. And he would, without fail or complaint, be waiting to pick me up from my apartment block at seven AM on the dot.
I huffed at the thought of only getting three hours' sleep before rising to tackle the new day.
Roxiee tugged her barely-there dress lower and reached for her phone with a devilish smirk. I anticipated her next move before she made it.
“Raf,” she said, while searching up his name.
“Ortiz,” I added, while looking out of the side window.
It was him, without a shade of a doubt. The photo in the media hadn’t done him justice. In the flesh he was utterly breathtaking—all sharp edges and dark features, inked and oozing bad-boy sex appeal, all the while holding a complete disregard for personal space.
The memory of the heat radiating from his chest onto mine made my pulse spike.
Colton wanted me to experience the street racing scene first-hand, and between the cars, music, people, neon lights, weed, and alcohol, I definitely received a crash-course in illegal racing. While I saw why it might appeal to some, I didn’t understand it. Not when I sat high in my office tower by day and actually liked tosleepat night.
“Rafael Ortiz,” Roxiee announced. She flashed me a picture of him that burned his sexy smirk further into my retinas. “That’s him for sure. Do you think he’s Colton’s guy?”
I shook my head despite wondering the same thing. “Not a chance. He’s too…” I paused, and searched for the appropriate word. “Reckless.”
Roxiee snickered. “You mean, a PR nightmare.”
“That’sexactlywhat I mean, Rox. Can you imagine what kind of attention a man like that would draw to a foundation trying to find its feet?”
She hummed and zoomed in on his photo. “The guy’s fine, I’ll give him that. He’s going to be hella disappointed that he’s not taking you home tonight.”
I pushed down a similar kick of disappointment; oh, the many fantasies a man like that would fulfil. It had been too long since I’d scratched that itch, and tonight Rafael unexpectedly woke my sexual appetite with no more than a single touch and a searing look.
I snorted to dissipate the gathering lust. “Guys like him are all talk.”
I didn’t need to stick around to find out whether he won or lost; that wasn’t the point of the task. We went, we saw, and we will conquer because of it.