Rev (Fast Lane #1)

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Journey

Stepping out into the gasoline scented air, I suddenly felt very cold and very exposed. The sound of engines revving and shouts ringing out from the scene below almost made my stomach turn over. I wasn't good in large crowds. I hadn't been ever since I was a child. They made me anxious.

"Where are we?" I asked Odette as she got out of her silver Toyota Corolla that she parked on a small hill outside of the road full of loud cars and eager people.

When Odette had shown up at my apartment wearing nothing but some tight jeans and a dark blue crop top that did wonders for her eyes, I hadn't known what to think. I'd been even more surprised when she'd asked me if I was busy tonight and when I'd proceeded to tell her that I wasn't doing anything of interest, she'd told me to put on my sexiest clothes and that I was going with her. I'd fought to stay home because judging by the way she was dressed, her kind of fun and my kind of fun were two very different things. I didn't even think that I'd owned anything remotely close to what she was referring to, but when she'd raided my closet to find a short denim skirt and a black lacy tank top along with a pair of black pumps that had splotches of age on them, I'd been dumbfounded and had caved.

"The racers call it 'The Streets'." I heard the alarm beep on her car as she walked to stand beside me out on the dark asphalt. The lights from the cars below were some of the only things that kept the street illuminated with the help of a few small street lights.

"Wait, is this a street race?"

"Yep."

"Isn't this illegal?"

"Yep, but so is half the shit that is fun in world. Come on." She grabbed my hand and led me down the small path that led down to the rows full of cars. The voices grew louder as we walked closer and my anxiety levels started to increase. When we got close enough to the entrance, I saw a various amount of girls that were walking around with very little clothing on. The anxiety suddenly turned to self-consciousness at my lack of a flat stomach, toned thighs, and tree-long legs. I knew that I was attractive. I had really good boobs and pretty nice curves, but I didn't think of myself as "sexy" or "jaw-dropping" like some of the women I was seeing.

"Where do you think you're going, sweetheart?" The guy that stood in front of a pale white line on the ground gave Odette a skeptical look. His pierced eyebrow raised in question as he crossed his toned arms over his chest. The three girls that surrounded him looked us up and down before exchanging whispered reactions. Suddenly forgetting about my insecurity and uneasiness, I snapped my back straight and stuck my chest out. I refused to feel belittled by someone I didn't even know. Much less someone with so much make-up on that it was hard to tell if it's an actual person or an over-sexed Barbie doll.

"Inside. How much to get in?" Odette's voice dropped an octave lower and she stepped forward to cock her hips out to the side. The muscled guy shifted his eyes down to the obvious cleavage that I knew my co-worker was flaunting. His lips kicked up slightly in the corner and he relaxed a bit.

"For both of you? Fifty." Good God, it was a street race, not a sporting event. Odette forked over a fifty dollar bill and he waved us inside. I felt eyes on us as we made our way through the crowd. The appreciative heat from the males and the curious fascination from the females followed our every move and I was back to feeling self-conscious.

"If I had one of the trio's numbers I would have called and had them get us in for free, but I'm not about to be indebted to any one of them. Especially Wilder." That peaked my interest. I hadn't even thought about the fact that the sexy group of men that had been at the café today might be here. My heart beat a little faster at the thought of running into Tristan again, and I mentally slapped myself for thinking like that. But I couldn't help but wonder if he'd be all dirty and greasy like he'd been today at lunch or if he'd be cleaned up and presentable like I'd imagined him to be beneath the darkness of our first encounter.