“I had some crackers on the train.” She blushed after giving me her answer and bit the corner of her lip.
Fuck little girl, don’t do that. How the fuck do I get myself into these things? I opened her door for her and seated her, that blush never went away.
I had to adjust myself as I made my way around to the other side. This was not part of the plan; I was supposed to be picking up a halfwit with bad skin and scarecrow hair, that’s the picture I had in my head from Marion’s description.
Not some bombshell that was making my cock ache from just the fucking sight of her. And if she kept up that little girl, I’m too timid for my own skin shit, there was a safe bet that my dick will talk me into having her under me in sixty seconds flat.
That’s my thing; I’m a dominant fuck. That’s one of the reasons Marion and I was a bad bet.
I’d known it going in, but with the stress of the past few months riding my tail hard, I’d given in. It beat going on the prowl, or so I’d told myself at the time.
My grandfather had up and died on me when I least expected it. At least he’d died doing something he loved. Why the fuck he’d wanted to climb Kilimanjaro at seventy-eight years old was anybody’s guess, but he was never one to listen to anyone else’s advice.
So off he’d went and had a damn heart attack in the middle of the climb. I hadn’t seen him the week he left and that was a sore point for me. For all that we had our differences the old guy was just about my favorite person in the world.
He’d wanted me to go into the family business, but I’d had other ideas. From the time I was a young man I was fascinated with car racing, so as soon as I’d fulfilled my obligation of going to college, I’d taken off for parts unknown.
Gramps hadn’t spoken to me for almost a year. That had been almost ten years ago. Now he was gone and I missed him more than words can say.
Of course the fucker had got his way in the end by leaving me all his worldly possessions. And since I couldn’t just say fuck it and sell off the company he’d worked his whole life to build, I was here now instead of in Europe somewhere on somebody’s racetrack.
I had always known we were well off, I’ve never known need in all my days. But to go from a millionaire to a billionaire overnight isn’t as easy to take in as some may think.
It’s two entirely different playing fields. I never wanted that life, was never really interested in the glitz and glamour and I damn sure wasn’t interested in sitting in some stuffy boardroom or office all day poring over papers and shit, I’d lose my fucking mind within a week.
We had a board of trustees, but the old codger had made it so that I had to remain stateside for at least a year and get involved.
If at the end of that year I still wasn’t interested, then the company and all its holdings will be broken down and sold off. He knew I would never do that, so basically I was trapped.
After settling in though, things weren’t that bad, and if I played my cards right, I might still be able to do both. Maybe not on the same scale as before, but it beat giving up racing altogether.
My body was tense as I sat behind the wheel and maneuvered throughout traffic. I hadn’t been this uncomfortable in the presence of a female since I was twelve and I wondered at the reason for it now.
She sat like a piece of wood in the seat next to me, that damn lip still caught between her teeth as she looked out the window when she wasn’t stealing peeks at me out the side of her eye.
I wonder if she knew what that biting the lip thing meant to a man like me? I doubt it, from what Marion had said, this girl came from the sticks and was probably as green as it was possible to be; then again Marion’s estimations haven’t been so spot on so far.
I should probably start up a conversation, break the ice, but I needed all my concentration to deal with the shit that was going on with me.
I had a niggling feeling in the pit of my stomach that something big was going on here, what that was I couldn’t say, but I know that feeling.
I’ve experienced it before every major win of my racing career, only this time I’m afraid it had something to do with the half frightened girl sitting next to me.
My mind started heading in the wrong direction and I had to catch myself. No way Callan, that’s what my head was saying but my dick had other ideas.
I’ve been hit, by the instant attraction train before, but somehow this felt different. Now wasn’t the time to think about it though, this was something I’d have to take out and reexamine at a later date, when my senses weren’t so full of her.
I took her to a nice little Italian bistro for a bite to eat. She seemed nervous and kept her head down as we sat at the table.