Ally smiled at Jason as he walked past her desk, and he grinned back at her, wondering absently if she knew that she had such a ferocious protector, and that Travis’s feelings for her, like his own for Hope, were about as far from brotherly as feelings could get.
“I’ll be in Kade’s office,” Travis snapped at Ally.
Judging by Travis’s not-so-gentle treatment of his assistant, Jason doubted she knew a damn thing. But he nearly laughed when he saw her dismissive attitude, acknowledging Travis’s comment with a small nod, but not appearing the least bit afraid of him. In fact, she’d almost ignored him, not even looking up from whatever work she was doing on the computer.
She challenges him.
Jason smirked as he followed the other man down the hall to Kade’s office, wondering just how long it would take Travis to crack.
She isn’t getting married. She broke up with her asshole of a fiancé. She’s available. She’s available. She’s available.
The mantra drummed in Travis’s brain as he drove his Hennessey Venom GT around his racetrack for the first time, testing out the speed and handling of the new vehicle that had just arrived earlier in the day. Ordinarily, he would have been itching to get the vehicle up to the fastest speed possible, completely focused on examining its capabilities, but today wasn’t an ordinary day.
Today is the day I found out that Alison Caldwell isn’t engaged anymore.
Driving at deadly speeds and thinking about Ally Caldwell really didn’t mix, but his cock was hard, and it wasn’t from the throbbing engine of the vehicle he was currently driving. It was her fault; his erection was due to the fact that the blonde menace in a tight skirt was actually single for the first time since she’d become his employee.
His fingers tightened around the steering wheel as he expertly maneuvered around a curve, barely lowering his speed as he hit the straightaway again. God, the vehicle was sweet, but all he could think about was how much sweeter fucking Ally would be, having her panting his name beneath him as he made her come over and over, until all she could think about was him.
Four years and thirty-two days he’d dreamed about just that scenario; one thousand, four hundred and ninety torturous days of blue balls that no other woman could cure. Except her. He’d been in trouble since the day she’d walked into his office for an interview, slightly breathless and nervous. His dick had twitched in his pants immediately, making him want to reach out, pull her onto his lap, and make her even more breathless until they were both completely sated. Why in the hell he’d gone ahead and hired her he never understood. He must have been feeling masochistic, because her sweet, guileless beauty had haunted him every damn moment since the day he’d hired her. And her intelligence and sharp tongue both annoyed the shit out of him and challenged him. There was nothing more that he wanted than to tame the little tigress, make her yield to him until she purred.
I need to just fuck her and get her out of my system.
Rounding the curve again, Travis accelerated, moving the car to an elevated speed after getting used to the feel of the handling. He tried to concentrate on his new vehicle. Having paid well over a million dollars for the speed demon, he should be more enthusiastic about driving it. He had more expensive cars, but he’d wanted to add this particular vehicle to his collection for a while, had anticipated its arrival because it was so damn fast. Today, he wasn’t getting the same high he usually did in acquiring one of the fastest vehicles in the world.
Because of her!
“Dammit!” he exploded, frustrated. He knew better than to drive like this when he wasn’t concentrating. He slowed the vehicle down and finally pulled it into the garage, one of his mechanics waiting for him at the door.
“She’s fast, boss, huh?” the mechanic asked excitedly.
“Very,” Travis replied, leaving the engine running as he exited the vehicle. “Can you put her away for me, Henry? Take it for a spin if you want before you shut it down.” He had certain people he trusted to drive his cars, and Henry was one of those few mechanics he’d trust with any of his vehicles.
“Thanks, boss,” the older man said enthusiastically. “You leaving?”
“Yeah. I’ll probably be back tomorrow night,” Travis affirmed, heading toward his Ferrari F12, the car he had driven to the track. The Ferrari was fast, and it was comfortable. Since he generally didn’t do suicidal speeds outside of the racetrack, he could appreciate the beauty of the Ferrari, but didn’t require the acceleration some of his other cars gave him on the track.
“Kade will love this car,” Henry commented as Travis walked away.