The Slacker Boys #1: Competing with her

Julie

Chapter 3:

"Director please" I replied and as I watched their jaws drop and I smirked. It was always my satisfaction to see the reaction of men when they get to know the face and founder of my company. It's like I've thrown a bucket of ice cold water at their ego. The tattooed hottie in front of me then cleared his throat after a minute of absolute silence.

"I'll show you where your car is waiting for you, Director. If you may please follow me."

And that was that. I win every time. I held my head high and followed suit. In an industry governed by men for too long, reaching this point felt like a revolution. I always believed in equality as my father did, he always pushed me to pursue my dreams, despite being a girl. Everyone should be treated with respect and hard work is hard work irrespective of gender.

I was infuriated that such small-minded people still exist and that I was judged solely on gender. That is why I kept away from men. Although not everyone's the same, it's difficult to meet someone who believes in you despite the whole society regarding women as child-bearers and housekeepers.

I couldn't help but look at his broad back and tight ass as he walked in front of me. From his shirt I could see a snake tattoo peeking up to his neck and I began wondering what this jock had tattooed on his back. His scent was something else though. He smelled heavenly, having a warm musky aura that made me more drawn to him. I wondered if I could play him and make him fall for me,I thought wickedly and smirked.

We entered the show room and sure enough, there was my dream car in the middle, all shiny and new. I was so happy. I began thinking of my dad and how he would have loved driving it. I couldn't help the tears forming in my eyes, but now was not the time for tears. I did it and deep down I felt that my father would have been very proud of me.

I moved closer to inspect the car. It was brand new and the smell reminded me of the race. How I miss competing. It was the biggest thing that turned my life around and made me who I am today. I couldn't wait to get my new baby on the road.

"I'll take it", I said, cutting to the chase. "The payment will be transferred to your account today and I expect my car to be delivered to my house as soon as possible"

I turned to face him. My guess from those furrowed brows was that he didn't like to be bossed around. Good. That was exactly what I was going to do. I moved closer to him and extended my hand. "Deal?"

After a minute he took my hand and we shook hands. We locked eyes as we shook hands and I didn't back down. I wasn't going to be the one who looked away first, but those grey eyes and hoarse, warm hands made my body react without my intention and I could feel myself getting wet. Shit.

He must have sensed my shift in thought as he gripped my hand with more pressure and smirked. "So, is that how you do deals, princess?" he said.

I looked at him perplexed. This gorgeous arrogant douche bag was really getting on my nerves. "Depends with who I'm dealing with and from what I've seen, I'm not impressed much" I respond, eyeing him up and down coolly whilst leaning on the wall opposite to him. That was a big mistake.

Without warning, he almost leaped onto me as he encaged me on the wall with his hands on both sides of my head. He leaned forward and in a low husky tone whispered, "Well, it's my fault, I haven't shown you anything to be impressed with. But, that can easily change... if you say the word".

My mind was fuzzy, his body heat and scent made my senses heighten. His warm breaths were still lingering on my shoulder. He was testing me. That's good. It meant that he liked me. But two can play this game.

"Is that so? Is this your way of telling me that you like me? It's pathetic that you think I'm that easy", I replied closer to his ear. "Well, I might have some tricks of my own that I could show you" I tease.

"Oh, please do," he said.

"Well, if you are down I propose a race between you and me and whoever wins will ask the other for something" I suggest.

I watched as he looked into my eyes for a couple of seconds and then burst out laughing. When he realized that I wasn't laughing he stopped. "You're serious?"

"Yes. We do it tomorrow at 6, on the track. I'm going to do the booking. Be prepared and sleep tight" I respond and wink. I do not wait for him to respond, duck under his left arm and make my way to the car. Have I gone mad over that tatted jock? Absolutely. Have I put myself in the lion's mouth? Well, I guess we'll find out tomorrow.