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I s as I glance at the into my mind

“U red

He studiesto divine the source of

“Are you okay?” he asks a moment later

“Yeah,” I lie “Just wondering”

“They adjust,” he growls “They’ll have to if they’re gonna fit those perfect goddamn hips And that fine ass”

Oh My God

My heart hahtens up in a split second after the coainst le just as much

He se

If anybody else said so like that, it’d be way too forward

But with Saul Sykes staring at me with his black iron peppered hair, his square jaw, his pin-me-in-place eyes, I shiver, inwardly, outwardly, everywhere

I shiver under his doaze

“So … they do adjust then?” I et those words out, his comment so unexpected

“Yes, Sparkplug,” he smirks “They adjust But you can always sit in my lap if you want”

“You’re very bold all of a sudden,” I say, lips dry

“Are you co?” he snarls, the cars still between us, the only thing stopping us fro this beyond words

Fiona, Fiona, Fiona

I repeat her name

A mantra at the back of my mind

I’

“No,” I whisper “I don’t think I am, Saul”

“Good,” he growls “Now pick a car I want to see what you’ve got”

Why do I feel like you’re talking about more than the race, hmm?

That’s is what I want to say That’s the sort of feisty response I always think of saying, but then I debate saying it, the pros and cons, and the moment passes

I walk over to the red car and nod down at it, conscious of hoeaty my palms are, and hoet other places are, too, to such an extent that I’ if it’ll mark my clothes and he’ll notice

Would he be disgusted?

Or so else?

Fine ass, he said Sit in his lap

A fantasy co true never happens in real life