Page 15 of Drive Me Wild
“See you at the race next weekend, angel.” Theo shoots me a knowing wink before the door closes with him on the other side of it.
He’s right about one thing. I’m definitely the devil because the thoughts I’m having about last night are ensuring my entry to Hell.
SEVEN
THEO
I’ve experienceda lot of weird morning afters. The one chick who claimed she was pregnant hours after we slept together. The one who refused to leave my house, and I had to call my security team to physically remove her. Oh, then there was the one girl who claimed we were married in a previous life and had to renew our vows in this one.
I thought I’d experienced everything until the pure horror on Josie’s face when she realized we slept together—that’s a new one. I know she enjoyed it. Hell, she more than enjoyed it. She wasn’t faking it when she told me I fucked her like no one else ever had. So why the hell did she act like she had committed a cardinal sin? She didn’t want another round; she wanted me to get the hell out of her apartment.
It’s been two weeks, and I still haven’t stopped thinking about it, abouther. I can’t get her out of my head. The image of how goddamn sexy she looked with her head thrown back, jaw slack with pleasure, as she rode me. How her tits fit perfectly in my palms. How she blew me with such enthusiasm, it’s a wonder I lasted more than a minute. The award-winning noises she made have been playing through my mind on repeat.Fuck. Would I be down to sleep with her again? Abso-fucking-lutely.But I’m almost sure she’d rather never watchMasterChefagain than have a repeat performance. I just don’t knowwhy. It was phenomenal sex.
Now I have to watch her run around the pit garage, snapping photos on her camera, wearing a skin-tight McAllister shirt that accentuates every curve. She’s somehow acting as if nothing happened between us. As if she hadn’t begged me to thrust harder.
“Theo,” our team principal, Andreas, snaps for the third time in a minute. “Pay attention.”
I peel my eyes away from Josie and apologize with a charming smile. It won’t work on him, but it will work on the engineers. Andreas is only impressed by wins so unless it’s a Grand Prix and I’m on the podium, it doesn’t matter to him.
“Not a problem.” An engineer smiles back.Suck on that, Andreas.“We were asking about the steering. You mentioned it seemed off in the practice run.”
Formula 1 steering wheels are complicated. With over twenty switches, dials, and paddles, it’s easy to make a mistake. People can’t use mobile devices while driving, but we can operate a steering wheel with insurmountable settings while driving at insanely high speeds. Go figure. It wasn’t my fault I was off in practice, though, since there was an alignment issue. Not enough to affect me noticeably, but enough that I wasn’t one with my car, which I need to be to meet the standards I’ve set for myself. The team gets to fixing it while I head to my suite.
I play someCall of Duty: Vanguardto distract myself. I need to take my mind off Josie and there’s no better way to do that than by loading up a virtual AK-47. I’m about halfway through my second game when my phone starts ringing. I’d usually ignore it since I’m in the middle of playing, but it’s from my younger sister, Charlotte. If she’s having an emergency and I miss the call because of a video game, I’ll never forgive myself.
“Everything okay, Char?” I ask as soon as I answer the phone.
She groans theatrically. “Yes. Why does something have to be wrong whenever I call you?”
“It doesn’t.” Although I wouldn’t be surprised if it was, given the situations Charlotte gets herself into. “You know I worry about you. I just wanted to confirm that everything’s good. How have you been feeling?”
“I’ve been feeling fine. And I haven’t added any new arrests to my record, so…”
I nearly fall off the couch. “Newarrests? Has there been afirstarrest I’m unaware of?”
Ten different terrifying scenarios run through my mind: drug bust, kidnapping, robbery gone wrong. How did she get bail money? Who was her one call? Why am I just finding out about this?
“Gotcha.” She laughs, clearly pleased with herself, and the familiar sound pushes away any panic. “That’s what you get for being such a worrywart. I’m more than capable of taking care of myself, Theodore. Stop babying me.”
“It’s my job to worry about you, kid.”
“Well then, consider yourself fired.”
If people think I’m outgoing, it’s only because they haven’t met my sister. I swear she puts speed instead of sugar into the five cups of coffee she drinks a day.
I prop my phone between my ear and shoulder. “What’s up?”
“Eh, not much,” she reveals. “Mum and Richard are driving out to campus to have dinner with me later.”
“Nice. Enjoy.”
Charlotte clucks her tongue. “Don’t be like that.”
“Like what?”
“God, you’re annoying,” she groans. “You love Richard. And you haven’t cared about any of mum’s other boyfriends, so it’s clear you just don’t likethemdating.”
An annoyed scoff slips through my lips because there’s truly nothing more annoying than my little sister not only calling me out on my shit, but being right about it, too. Richard was my dad’s best friend and manager back in his racing days. He became somewhat of a mentor to me, someone I could joke around and share a beer with.
