Off the Track Series Book 3
An unexpected twist of fate finds Charlotte spending a late night turned early morning with Max Verstappen. The only catch - He doesn't even touch her, but they do touch each others hearts. After a lifetime of getting it...
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I'm awake with the sun, feeling uneasy after the way things were left last night.
Luckily I'm not the only one hunting for an early cup of cupping. None other then the dutchman I need to talk to is planted at the dining table I orgasmed on last night looking bleary eyes and exhausted.
Olivia from the kitchen staff pops up, "Good Morning," "-Morning" we both grumble still half sleep. "We've just started breakfast, any special requests?"
"Please, can we have some V8 juice, black coffee and our eggs over easy by any chance?" Max spouts off before I have a chance, leaving my mouth hanging open shamelessly. He knows how I take my eggs? Alright then.
"Anything for Mr. Verstappen." She smiles a little too widely, disappearing back down the galley.
Of course she wants him.
Everyone wants him.
Hell, I want him.
"She wants you." I quip once we are alone.
He rolls his eyes, "You could just say thank you."
"On that note, I'm impressed you know how I take my eggs." Smiling at him, soaking in this shirtless and reckless version of vacation Max as memories of last night dance through my mind.
Max grins back "You'd be impressed how much I know."
"I bet I would." There's innuendo in my voice. The taste he gave me last night wasn't enough... if anything it only made me want him more.
"I got carried away last night." Clearing his throat.
Oh, please not this.
"I don't think you did." Daring him to cross the line with me.
He raises an eyebrow in surprise at my boldness "You know everyone is telling us to avoid this exact scenario after what happened."
Reaching for my cigarettes and twisting my feet in the chair next to me as I eye him, feeling my pulse pick up.
"Yes."
"We should be good."
We should, but I don't want to. "If that's what you really want"
Our drinks arrive and we pause our conversation to focus on very important hangover cures, vegetable juice and coffee. Lots of coffee. It really is that simple. Max doesn't bother with asking me what I want, I made it pretty clear in our conversation.
The ball is in his court.
Instead of answer he looks to a message on his phone, rapidly answering.
Ha, cowards way out.
But not many people had fathers who taught them at four eye contact is how you dominate a meeting room. Yeah, not exactly the most normal but still great business advice.
