Off the Track Series Book 2
Elsa has been alone nearly all her life. Thrown into a career she didn't choose out of sheer need. But now, for the first time in nearly a decade life has given her the chance to take up her dreams and join the Ferrari te...
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Our hands meet and it feels as if he's shocked me.
Either this is one hell of a vodka tonic, or I'm losing it.
He smiles at the nickname and my stomach flips. "Already using nicknames?" He's teasing me, flirting and it's working.
I had no idea he was so charming. "Just felt right." My eyes are fully flirting back with his. He's looking into my eyes like he can see all the way deep down into my soul, and like it's something he likes. The eye contact is intense but neither of us break it.
Did I wake up in an actual movie today? I might need to pinch myself.
Shifting the conversation "How does a Canadian come to find themself in Monaco?"
What, is he an accent guru too?
Feeling weirdly comfortable with him for a man I just met, I snort and roll my eyes so hard I nearly pull a muscle. "Don't get me started on that."
"That good, eh?" He chuckles, and the husky sound sets off another round of tingles in my stomach.
His nose is slightly crooked, as if it's been broken once or twice before. And the sexy curve of his lips is...pure temptation. I want to kiss him so badly I can't think straight.
Get ahold of yourself Cat.
"That bad. Hence the drinking alone." I raise my glass and take a long swig.
The burn helps to distract me and I try to at least pretend to be composed but at the moment my mind is swirling to crazy ideas. And I've only just met the man! I bet every woman he buys a drink for feels this way.
"Not so alone anymore," He licks his lips and chill bumps pop up on my legs in reponse.
Holy hell, what is happening to me right now?
"That is true. Drinking alone isn't that good for blowing off steam anyways." I say, hoping he'll stay drinking with me. There's just something about him I can't quite put my finger on.
Max studies me intensely, finishing his glass before he speaks. "I have an idea for that, do you want to get out of here?" He proposes and a flush rises to my cheeks again.
"Are you asking me to sleep with you after less than five minutes of chat?" I raise an eyebrow at his boldness. I mean the man is good looking, but damn that was quick. I must not be playing this off as well as I thought.
He laughs.
He actually laughs.
As if the thought of wanting to sleep with me is just that funny.
