At the pinnacle of her career, orthopedic surgeon Ava King conquers the lucrative medical field of London.
A wild and intimate night with competitive Formula One driver James Ellis ends with Ava being stood up. The rejection leads her straight into...
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What. A. Night.
I bury my head into the sheets when James steps out to make us a pot of tea.
Don't fall for him. It was just one night.
But what a night.
Seriously?
James fucking Ellis.
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I had heard about James Ellis. Truthfully, I was a fan even before I met him.
Champion Formula One driver. Pride of the UK. International icon. Controversial.
That's what I liked about him. While I don't support the team he races for, I've always rated him. The sport needs him. It's generally filled with nice, boring guys who do and say the right thing, cry when they lose, smile and wave for the crowds and cameras. Then came this charismatic, cocky Scot who knew he was brilliantly good, and wasn't about to apologize for it.
He's a sport enthusiast's dream. Whether you're a commentator, sponsor, journalist, or a spectator. Funny, cocky, not afraid to challenge anyone; not even his team mates or principal.
And Adam just idolizes the guy.
Then there's his rather public private life, which appears to be the main focus of the tabloids. He's known for being the life of the party, partying too hard, sleeping around. And let's not forget his public breakup turned tell all squabble with his ex, Madison. Who, mind you, happens to be drop dead fucking gorgeous. Blonde hair, blue eyes, porcelain skin, model turned actress... her legs are probably as long as my whole body.
So yes, I knew about James Ellis and I knew him and Gianna were best mates. She had invited me to the Silverstone race in July but I already bought Adam and my dad tickets so we enjoyed it from the stands and I met up with her briefly after the race.
As an avid lover of the sport (by default thanks to Adam) I had witnessed James win a few races... funnily enough, he's won every race I have attended.
Defs not telling him that.
Despite being my crush for a while, I had never imagined hitting it off with him. Let alone this. fucking. well.
I'm aware that it's all primal and pheromones but what gets me is the comfort and intimacy.
Am I imagining things?
Maybe he's not making us tea... maybe he's made a run for it.
I should be mentally prepping for my surgery. Revising the anatomy. Planning. Getting my head in the game.
