Driving Me Crazy

Chapter 11

Last night with Camila went better than I expected.  I didn't think she was ever going to hear me out, let alone let me apologize, but I'm grateful she did.  Holding her hands, hugging her, being close to her, filled my mind with memories of the days we'd spend at this very track trying to find every excuse in the book to not take things further. 

I'm nervous to see her today.  It's her first day on the job and the thought of seeing her in a race suit with her curves....damn...I'm in trouble. 

Safety is sexy.  Camila is sexy. 

Slow down Shawn...the girl hasn't even agreed to be friends...you have a lot of work to do..

I'm now at the track with Niall who is groaning like an old man because he's still feeling the tequila shots from last night.  "Gahhhh.....why so much light?! It's too loud!" He whines.  "Oh shut up you big baby... it's not my fault you tried to out drink Camila to impress Emma, you idiot!" I chuckle.

"Ha ha very funny!" He says in mock anger sticking his tongue out at me.  "I still got what I wanted didn't I?" He smirks behind his sunglasses and hat.  "Yeah...I guess you did, only cuz she felt sorry for you!"

"Nah...she likes me!  Unlike Camila man...you have a lot of making up to do if you ever want a chance with her." He states matter of factly.

"I know."

No sooner do the words leave my mouth than do the two topics of conversation walk by us and give us small waves.  Camila looks amazing in a white crop top and Daisy Dukes and Emma is already in her red scrubs.

"Looking good ladies!" Niall whistles at them and I blush in embarrassment as I try to avoid Camila's gaze. 

As the afternoon goes on, I get to watch Camila in action and few times and to say I'm impressed is an understatement.  I'm also incredibly turned on, but that's beside the point.   Camila makes it looks effortless as she drives the tow truck or flings the 50 pound tires or climbs on the cars to wrap the tow straps around.  She's tiny enough that she fits just about anywhere, but looks strong  enough even I'd be afraid to meet her in a dark alley or really piss her off.

Trust me...my cheek can still feel her slap!

As the day wraps up I park my car in the garage and discuss some adjustments I want made to the car before practice tomorrow.  My team owner, my crew chief, spotter and I all meet quick to discuss strategy for practice tomorrow and then I head to my trailer to change. 

On the way I bump into a familiar blonde...  "Hey stud...you looked good out there!"  She winks.

Stacy... damnit

"Thanks." I reply.

"That's it?  Just thanks?" She questions as she grabs my arm.

"Yep!" I sigh as I shake my arm free.  "Listen Stacy I cant do this anymore...whatever we have is done.  I'm sorry." I say seriously.

"Uh huh...we'll see about that!" She smirks and she huffs and walks away.

Unfortunately, I turn just in time to see Camila standing only a few feet away from me.  She looks shocked and in an instant runs away from me.

Oh no.  Not again.

"Camila!  Camila wait!"  I run after her.  "God woman why are you running?"  I pant as I finally catch up to her. Reaching out I grab her arm and stop her.  She whips around and stares at me.

"I see Stacy just can't keep her hands off you!" She growls.  Is she jealous?

"Did you not see me rip her hand away?"