Charlotte Motor Speedway…
I’m feeling fantastic when I speed under the checkered flag signaling the end of the race.
Today couldn’t have gone any better.
I’ve got one win in the bag and tonight I’ll make it two.
As soon as I climb out the window of my racecar, I spot my gorgeous date for tonight.
Miss Hot Summer Stanley.
Yesterday, I thought I’d caught a glimpse of genuine excitement in her eyes. Maybe just because I’d finally agreed to put on her ridiculous cat suit.
Thank God it was too small.
I never had any intention of wearing the damn thing. No, I was counting on the fact that she wouldn’t know our suits are flame-retardant. You would think a company willing to spend big bucks to sponsor our team would spend the time learning a little about the sport too.
I guess not, and that’s fine by me. The less she knows, the longer I can keep an upper-hand on the situation.
I bet she was secretly rooting for me to win today. I’ve been around enough women to know when a lady is attracted to me. As much as Summer puts on a disinterested front, I can feel the sexual attraction radiating off her.
Before I wasn’t sure that was what she wanted, but now there’s exactly zero doubt in my mind.
Good thing, too.
These past few weeks have been weird to say the least. The whole sponsor change fucked with my head. Or maybe it’s nothing more than the whole “the one who got away” thing.
Because Summer has been haunting me like a bad case of the clap.
Every time I jerk off, without fail, no matter who’s in the video or magazine, or what they’re doing, I think of her.
I wonder whether the slight sprinkling of freckles on her button nose is on her tits too. Or how her shapely ass looks when it’s not being squeezed into clothes.
Not to mention I’ve been horny as fuck lately.
The last few years on the racing circuit have been a whirlwind party of constant new girls, some for weeks, some for one sweet night.
Repeated so many times that I’ve lost count.
I couldn’t begin to recall how many girls I’ve fucked in my life.
Hell, not even in the past five years.
Now I’ve stopped cold-turkey and it’s killing me.
Ever since I met Summer, every other woman I’ve encountered, short or tall, skinny or curvy, hot and hotter, has left me ice cold.
I’ve even gone to the doctor whose best recommendation was to slow down. What kind of a quack doctor tells a racecar driver to slow down? I’m sure he meant with the partying, but still.
There’s nothing left but an increased certainty that I need to get this Summer thing out of my system.
Once and for all.
She’s the clog that’s holding everything back. Once we have a crazy, hot, sex-filled night, I’m sure my life will go back to its wonderful normal self again.
***
After several texts back and forth, we’d finally settled on me picking her up in front of her hotel. When I mentioned coming up to her room first for a pre-dinner drink, she didn’t want to hear any part of that.
She told me to pull up in front of the building and wait for her to come down.
Five minutes later, she hurries over to my car wearing a strapless red dress and crimson heels. Before I have a chance to jump out and run around to open her door, she’s already sliding into the front seat.
I stare at her for far too long.
She’s absolutely stunning.
Normally redheads aren’t my thing. Then again, I’ve never met one who looked like Summer, either. Her skin is creamy smooth and flawless. Her eyes are as green as the water in the Florida Panhandle right before a thunderstorm.
And her hair.
Damn!
What I wouldn’t give to wrap both my hands in her long, silky red hair or wrap it around my cock.
My hand itches to reach over and slide under the high slit in her dress to feel her shapely thigh.
“You didn’t tell me what the date was for,” she says defensively. “I didn’t know how to dress.”
She buckles up her seat belt without looking at me.
Thickly, I swallow and try to focus.
“You look fantastic. Stunning, and I don’t say that lightly.”
Like sex on legs.
The way the red satin hugs her curves, I can feel my cock stiffening in my pants already.
Fuck, concentrate Johnny.
She gives me a little smile at my compliment and seems pleased.
Forcing my feet and hands into motion, I pull my rental Ferrari back onto the road.
“Where are we going anyway?” Summer asks.
I can feel her gaze drilling into the side of my head.
“Does the word “surprise” mean nothing to you?” I shoot back.
“I don’t trust surprises with you,” she finally admits with an exasperated sigh.
“What, me?” I ask, turning to give her an innocent look. “You’re hurting my feelings.”
She shrugs.
“Why should I trust you?”
“Fine,” I say, “I thought we’d take an evening drive through the mountains. I packed a picnic basket that’s in the trunk. We’re not on a set schedule so we can stop along the way if you see something interesting. Sit back, relax and enjoy the ride.”
“Through the mountains?” Summer repeats in a nervous voice, as if I’d told her we were going on a cross-country road trip.
“Why not?” I ask. “I rented this super fast car specifically for a drive. We can go anywhere else you want to go, if you would rather. I thought it might be fun to put the top down and just drive. And talk. Get to know each other better.”
“Sounds like fun,” she says with a genuine smile. “I’ve never seen this part of the country. It’s beautiful.”
I secretly let out a sigh of relief. It’s about time I did something right where she was concerned.
She turns to look at me.
“You look nice this evening too,” she says politely.
“Thanks,” I reply, grinning back at her.
After agonizing over the tousled level of my hair for about an hour, I’d thrown on a pair of black pants and white button-down shirt. Nothing too fancy.
“Did you do your hair yourself?” I ask, indicating the intricate single braid her red hair has been pulled into.
“No,” she says in a snooty voice. “I had my designer, Yolanda, do it up for me.”
I peek over to see her grinning.
“That was a joke,” she says. “Of course, I did it myself. Who else would braid my hair? Do you think I travel with a staff of people?”
I laugh a few seconds too late.
“Sorry, I wasn’t sure,” I say.
Summer lightly elbows me in the arm, although she’s laughing too.
“You may be surprised to know that I’m a regular person,” she says. “My apartment in Vegas is nice, but I don’t have any real employees. I do my own laundry, cooking, the works. I would rather do everything myself than have a stranger in my home.”
“It’s just you living all by yourself?” I ask.
“Yeah, why?”
“I don’t know. Just thought maybe a hidden boyfriend was the reason we weren’t fully connecting.”
“No,” she says in a stiff tone. “What stopped us from connecting is your disdain for my business and its logo.”
“You mean the fat cat.”
“It’s not fat!” she protests. “Why do you keep saying that?”
Riffling through her matching red purse, she produces her phone. Flipping through it, she shoves it in front of me as I’m driving.
“Does that cat look fat to you?”
I glance at the picture of a younger, ponytailed Summer holding a fluffy white cat.
“No,” I admit.
“She is what our logo is based on, a fluffy Persian cat. Not a fat one. Spoiled rotten, yes. Fat, no. When she’s wet, she’s actually quite thin.”
“You might want to tell that to your logo designer then,” I say with a dismissive wave of my hand.
“I designed the logo.”
Shit.
I’ve screwed up again.
“You did a great job,” I say backpedaling quickly. “The colors, the font.”
Dead silence from her.
“We’re almost out of town and time to enjoy the ride,” I say a minute or so later. “Let’s put the top down on this baby and see what she can do.”
I punch a button on the dashboard and the top slowly rolls back and down.
“Hold onto your hair,” I warn her before changing gears and accelerating.
We speed down the highway and rapidly come up on a slow-moving driver. I shift gears again and pass him going ninety miles per hour. Once we’re around the car and I’m able to slow down a little, I remember that not everyone is comfortable going way over the speed limit.
I glance over at Summer to see her clutching the end of her braid to hold it in place.
Her twinkling eyes catch mine then she throws her head back and laughs, loud and unrestrained. Her carefree happy peals are contagious. I find myself grinning from ear-to-ear to as we speed down the now empty road.
We drive for almost two hours along the curvy mountain roads. The wind blowing our hair and faces prevents us from having long conversations.
When we come up on a secluded scenic overlook, I pull off the road and park.
“What are we doing here?” she asks.
“Watching the sunset and having a picnic,” I reply.
I step out and pop open the trunk where I retrieve a small picnic basket then go around to her side and help her out. We walk to the edge of the overlook.
Removing a blanket from the basket, I hand her one end and she helps me spread it out on the ground.
“I’m way overdressed for the occasion,” she says with a self-conscious laugh.
“You look perfect to me,” I say, taking her hand and helping her down on the blanket beside me.
“Have you been here before?” she asks.
“A few times. Always alone if that’s what you’re wondering. Racing season is crazy stressful. It’s fun, exciting and the best thing I could ever imagine, but sometimes I need to take a break and get away by myself. In every city, I try to find somewhere to help me relax if I’m feeling keyed up.”
“This is one of those places?”
I nod.
“The sunsets from here are unbelievable. We’re right on time too. Would you like a glass of wine while we wait?”
“As long as you’re not drinking and driving one hundred miles per hour on the return trip.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll only drink one glass and I’ll try to keep it under eighty on the way back. Remember, eighty to me is your forty.”
She laughs and helps me dig the wineglasses and wine out of the picnic basket.
“What else is in here?” she asks. “You went to a lot of trouble.”
“Cheese, crackers, ham sandwiches. I realize that’s not very romantic. They’re my favorite. I’m an impulsive grocery shopper.”
“No dessert?” she asks.
“You’re my dessert,” I joke.
Immediately I feel her body tense up beside me.
“I’m kidding. No need to freak the fuck out. I brought the best brownies you’ll ever taste for dessert.”
We’re so busy opening the wine and digging out the food that we almost miss the sun starting to drop behind the mountain range on the other side of the valley.
“Remarkable,” Summer breathes. “Look at all those colors. I’ve seen many beautiful beach sunsets. Never a mountain sunset though. The light is different reflecting through the leaves of the trees.”
Right now, she looks like a part of the radiant light herself with the glow of the fading sunlight shining off her red hair. Her full lips are parted and I feel like leaning over to kiss her.
To taste her sweet mouth.
And yet, that seems almost sacrilegious somehow. As if it would spoil the magical mood.
I’m not willing to take the chance and ruin my progress.
Not yet.
“Do the fans ever get to you?” she asks. “Or is it all good?”
I raise my eyebrows at her.
“That’s a strange question. The fans are great. I love them. If it wasn’t for them coming out every Sunday to support us, we wouldn’t have races.”
The minute I say it, I realize she’s probably thinking I wouldn’t be racing if she wasn’t paying to sponsor me.
Which is true.
Thankfully, she doesn’t say it though.
“I mean does it ever get to be too much sometimes? Being famous and recognized everywhere you go. I’m not sure I would like it very much. I like my privacy and being a loner too, I guess.”
I think about her question for a minute.
“Whenever it all gets to being too much or whenever I’m getting the big head about myself, I come back home here to North Carolina. Five minutes around my family and things go right back to normal again. Family has a way of doing that to a person. That, and the fact that my Momma would slap the shit out of me if she thought I was getting too big for my britches.”
Summer laughs.
“Do you ever have stalkers or crazy fans?”
I lean over to pour her another glass of wine. I’m keeping my promise to her and sticking with only one.
“You mean besides the pretty lady sitting next to me now?”
She rolls her eyes at me and smiles.
“You might be surprised at the crazy shit that happens to us,” I tell her. “Being a celebrity driver has its dangers. I’ve received at least seven different death threats. A British woman threatened to kill herself if I wouldn’t marry her. Then one time, a guy at a bar punched me in the face because I won a race that he bet on. The idiot bet against me and he’d lost a shit ton of money over it.”
“That’s horrible!” Summer says vehemently, her brows slanting at the unfairness of it.
I shrug.
“Probably, but that’s racing. It all comes with the territory. Then there are the crazy fans who stalk me constantly on social media. I swear, they must sit on their phones. The second I post anything, day or night, they start commenting, sharing and sending me naked photos.”
“That’s not exactly a bad thing,” she says.
“I’m glad you think so. I kind of enjoy the naked photos.”
“Not that part,” she says with a laugh. “Yes, that is bad. Delete those immediately and don’t look at them. I meant your fans who stalk you on social media. That means they’re being supportive and like you. It’s all part of the new generation now.”
“I suppose you’re right. You have to take the good with the bad.”
I fall silent, realizing I sound like a hypocritical dick, considering what a difficult time I’ve been giving Summer about everything.
Now that the sun has dropped completely below the mountain range, it’s getting dark quickly.
“Are you in a hurry to head back?” I ask.
“Not unless you are,” she replies. “I like it here with you.”
“I was hoping you would say that because I’m not in a hurry either.”
I reach into my pocket for a lighter and grab a candle out of the picnic basket. Placing in carefully at the foot of the blanket, I light it.
“Now for one of those delicious brownies I told you about.” I take out a decorated tin and open the lid. “I figured everyone likes brownies, right?”
Seeing Summer’s tense smile, my heart falls. I hope she’s not on a super-strict asparagus diet or something.
“I’m actually allergic to chocolate,” she confesses. “It gives me horrible hives and I break out all over. I know you’ve gone to a great deal of trouble. I’ll try one and hope for the best.”
She reaches for a brownie before I can stop her and takes a big bite. As I watch her chew contentedly, she winks at me.
“Gotcha.”
“You dog!” I groan. “You totally had me. And these are my mom’s brownies too.”
“Your mom’s?” Summer asks, surprised.
I nod.
“She overnights me goodies every week. That way, no matter where I am on the road, I get to enjoy homemade baked goods from home. I never know what she’s going to send. One week might be brownies, the next fried apple pies. She spoils me rotten and I love every minute of it too.”
“That’s wonderful,” Summer declares.
“Yeah, well, that’s mothers for you,” I say, feeling like a little kid. “Although I do have one of the best. I bet your mom would do the same for you.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, I regret them. A stricken look comes over Summer’s face.
“My mom isn’t well,” she finally says softly. “She lives in an Assisted Living Facility for Alzheimer’s. I’m sure she would’ve done it too at one time. She was a great mom.”
“Oh shit, I’m sorry,” I say, reaching over to squeeze her hand. “I didn’t realize your parents were that old.”
“They’re not,” she replies. “My mom developed what they call early onset Alzheimer’s in her late fifties. It’s not the normal kind.”
I feel terrible. What is it about this woman that makes me mess up so much? Not knowing what else to do, I hold up the tin and offer her another brownie, which she happily accepts.
An awkward silence descends. I wrack my brain for something to say, anything to change the subject.
Right now, the only thing I can think of is to tell Summer that she looks truly beautiful in the candlelight, but that sounds ridiculous and cliché, even in my head.
I could also tell her that I want to kiss her, that every part of me is tensed up wondering when I’m going to kiss her.
Something tells me that wouldn’t be right to say either.
“I have to admit, this surprises me,” Summer comments, licking the last traces of brownie from her upper lip with her tongue.
“What?”
“All this,” she says shyly. “You, I guess. Taking me for a fun drive through the mountains. I figured you’d try impressing me with an over-the-top fancy expensive dinner. A place where everyone would know your name. That’s why I’m dressed the way I am.”
“Hey, don’t knock Plan A,” I joke. “Unfortunately, the most expensive restaurant in town was completely booked.”
She smiles at me and moves a touch closer.
“Seriously though,” she says. “Maybe it’s unfair of me, but I assumed you wouldn’t be the type of person who’d enjoy a casual date like this.”
It occurs to me as her clear voice whispers in the darkness that she’s right. Normally I would’ve booked a table at the most expensive steak restaurant in town.
Once we’d arrived, I would’ve ordered for both of us without asking her, along with the recommended bottle of red wine.
The owner would’ve fawned over me like he usually does and maybe even sent over a couple of his patrons for autographs.
I certainly wouldn’t have packed a box of Mom’s brownies to bring along on the date to share. Or even told my date about how she ships me goodies every week like I’m a college student.
There’s something different about being with Summer.
She’s special.
“Sorry,” she’s saying. “That was mean of me, wasn’t it? I hardly know you and yet I’m making negative assumptions about your character.”
Our legs have gradually gotten closer so now they’re touching on the blanket. Summer looks nervously aware.
Just nervously or also excitedly?
I can’t tell. She’s hard to read.
Leaning in, I brush my thumb against her bottom lip where a tad of chocolate frosting remains.
A shiver runs through her body, but she doesn’t draw away.
“Sorry,” I murmur. “A bit of chocolate there.”
Our eyes are now locked, our lips close enough to kiss.
Reaching over, my hand finds hers and to my surprise she doesn’t draw away from me.
“What other assumptions have you made about me?” I ask quietly.
Caught in my stare, she can’t lie.
Something tells me she’s not the type of woman to lie anyway. Summer would tell it like it is. Straight up with no pretense.
I like that about her.
A lot.
“Maybe that you’re a cocky jerk,” she says truthfully. “That you just asked me on a date to try to sleep with me.”
I don’t answer her or give her a chance to react.
Instead I lean over and capture her lips in a soft kiss. Gently breaking away, I move my lips down her neck to nuzzle the soft skin there too.
“I want you, Summer,” I murmur into her ear. “For the first moment I spotted you at the race track, I wanted you. I’m not going to lie about that. It’s not the only reason I asked you out on a date, though. Surely you can feel what’s happening between us too.”
My words send a tremor through her.
I nuzzle the hollow behind her ear and smile as she unconsciously shivers.
“Do you have any idea of the things I want to do to you?” I ask.
I bite down gently on her earlobe and hear her sharp intake of breath.
“Tell me you don’t want me,” I say. “Tell me and I’ll stop. Right now.”
Her silence tells me everything I need to know.
Letting out a growl of approval, I move closer and push her backwards onto the blanket. When she doesn’t resist, I pin her down with my hand splayed across her waist. Seizing her lips in another kiss, I plunge deep with my tongue. My kiss is dominating this time, not gentle like before.
Her hands tentatively slide up my arms to rest on my shoulders.
I break the kiss, inching my lips over her arched neck to the pleasure spot right beneath her jaw. She moans in a barely audible gasp, telling me she’s enjoying this as much as I am…or more.
My hand on her stomach shifts up to her luscious breasts now spilling out of the neckline of her dress. I cup one breast in my large hand, feeling the soft weight, then kneading it with unmistakable entitlement.
Summer is mine.
She might not know it yet, but she will…soon.
Her fingers clutch a fistful of my shirt and hold on tight.
I lean over to push her neckline down further just below her nipples.
“God! You’re so beautiful,” I say, turning my attention to her breasts.
I tongue her nipples until they bead up and swell. She arches her back, pressing herself tighter against my mouth. Taking a nipple between my teeth, I tug gently while laving the rosy tip with my tongue.
An involuntary moan escapes her, and she writhes underneath me.
I want to be inside her tight pussy so bad I can’t stand it.
It’s taking the last bit of self-control I possess to keep things moving slow. This is one time, I’m not going to rush things. I’ll wait as long as I need to.
“Hold on,” she abruptly says in a shaky breath.
I glance up at her with a question in my eyes.
Her firm, heavy breasts are rising and falling as she takes deep breaths. The sensitized nipples are still wet from my mouth sucking long and hard on them until I knew they tingled. Her hair is messed up and her face is flushed with desire.
“Do you want me to stop?” I ask.
I’m afraid to hear her answer.
She drops her hands from my shoulders and tries to tug her dress back up into place.
“I don’t know if we should do this,” she says. “I’m sorry. Things are moving a little fast and…”
Before I can stop her, she jumps up from the blanket and heads back toward the car.
“Fuck!” I swear under my breath.
Summer is driving me insane.
Not one to give up easily, I go after her. I get to her just as she reaches the Ferrari. Grabbing her arm, I twist her around to face me.
“Summer, listen…” I start to say.
My intentions were to say that I didn’t mean to offend her, that we could start over and that hopefully no harm was done. After all, I’m a man and we get carried away sometimes when a beautiful woman is involved. We’re impulsive and stupid.
Then I see the hot, burning heat in her eyes.
The same heat that’s reflecting from mine.
“Oh fucking hell,” I say, tugging her closer at the same time she reaches for me.
We explode together like a spontaneous flame.
Backing her up against the hood of the Ferrari, I reach down and grab the hem of her dress. In one big tug, I pull it up over her head and toss it onto the roof of the car.
I pick her up and sit her on the hood.
“What about the car?” she asks. “What if I dent the hood? It’s a Ferrari!”
“Don’t worry,” I say with a grin. “I always buy the full-coverage insurance.”
I grasp the waistband of her satin panties, tug them off over her ankles and toss them aside. Gripping each ankle, I drape her legs over my shoulders and scoot her down the car hood until her ass is almost at the edge.
“Johnny,” she says in a quivering voice. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to taste your sweet pussy. That’s what I’m doing. Are you already wet for me?”
I don’t wait for her answer since it’s something I can easily discover for myself.
Spreading her thighs wide apart, I don’t break eye contact with her as I slide a finger into her pussy, first up to my knuckle, then all the way up to my palm.
Her eyes grow wide.
Fuck, she’s tight.
My cock is throbbing and straining against my pants. A bead of sweat starts slowly rolling down the back of my neck from the effort it’s taking me not to fuck her now. I need to make sure she’s ready for me first.
Leaning down, I rub my beard stubble against the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thigh. She jerks at the contact and I grip her legs tighter to hold her still. I move my face from one thigh to the other, kissing and nipping gently with my teeth.
Finally, I can’t take it anymore.
Not tasting her sweet pussy is torture and I’ve never been a patient man. I slide my hands under her ass and dive my tongue into her wet slit.
“Oh god!” she cries out, grabbing fistfuls of my hair and holding my face tight between her legs.
She gives up trying to choke back the sounds of bliss erupting from the back of her throat. Underneath my relentless tongue, she can’t stop writhing. I keep a tight grip on her, so she can’t move away from my tongue and my fingers.
I want to drive her wild.
To make her as crazy as she makes me.
Moving slightly, I nip and suck at her clit, then lap it with my tongue. Her ragged breaths tell me she’s close to coming.
“Cum for me,” I tell her. “Don’t you dare fucking hold back.”
I pump two fingers furiously deep inside her pussy while licking at her clit.
“Oh yes,” she moans uncontrollably. “Don’t stop. Fuck!”
I feel her coming on my face. I jab my tongue inside her, so I can lap up her hot juices.
Her pussy tastes fucking fantastic.
Holding her thighs down with both hands, I bury myself between her legs, unable to get enough of her scent, her taste.
Summer is addictive, like the worst kind of street drug.
She’s barely finished coming and is still breathing hard when I flip her over so that she’s face down on the car hood.
Looking down at her bare, plump ass, I’m momentarily awestruck.
Damn!
Summer has the most luscious, tantalizing ass I’ve ever seen. I could spend a lifetime and never get tired of seeing her sweet ass, especially spread in front of me for the taking like it is right now.
She gasps when I teasingly smack one of her ass cheeks lightly with my hand and then rub the other in circular motions with my still stinging palm.
Spreading her cheeks wide with both hands, I take a long, lingering look at her glistening, wet pussy lips.
The view from where I’m standing is unbelievable.
“I can’t wait any longer,” I warn her. “If I don’t fuck you now, I’m going to explode.”
Quickly I retrieve a condom from my pocket, unzip my pants and unroll the condom over my hard cock. I stroke the entrance to her swollen pussy while grasping my cock in one hand.
Stepping closer to her, I position myself at her entrance. She lets out a soft breath of anticipation when she feels the tip teasing her.
I grip her hips tightly and plunge into her with one, long forceful thrust all the way up to my balls. Drawing out slightly, I push in again, deep and hard, stretching her pussy to the limit.
“Oh my god! That’s deep,” she cries.
I grit my teeth and try to keep tight control, so I won’t lose it too soon. After a few minutes, I realize that is going to be impossible.
I’ve waited far too long for this.
Months and months of pent-up need and want.
My thrusts come more rapid now and intense. Summer gasps out loud with each jagged movement, unable to speak or even move as I ram into her core.
I can feel her clenching and unclenching her pussy walls tight around my cock, drawing me closer to the edge.
“You’re so fucking hot and tight,” I grit out through clenched teeth. “Holy shit, Summer. What are you doing to me?”
I’m sweating now in the night air, with my damp shirt clinging to me. Leaning over her back, I grab a fistful of her long hair and wrap it around my fist. I tug her head back hard like I’d fantasized about doing so many times when she was fighting with me.
Summer is a man’s wet dream.
I’m not even finished fucking her the first time and all I can think about is all the other things I want to do to her next.
“You like it a little rough, don’t you, baby?” I murmur to her. “Like this?”
I slap her ass lightly again, then harder.
The sight of the slight reddish tinge on her creamy-white skin excites me even more.
“Yes,” she moans, “Just like that.”
I knew it.
Over and over, I fuck her without mercy, knowing she loves it as much as I do. Knowing that no matter how much I give her, she will readily take it and crave even more.
We’re meant for each other.
The tenseness in her body tells me that she’s almost ready to cum again. Reaching under her, I grasp her nipple and roll it between two fingers, twisting and tugging. Pulling at the tip until she cries out.
The combination of pleasure and pain sends her spiraling into another climax. When I feel her pussy contracting around my cock and milking me for every last drop, I let out a loud grunt and explode inside her. My orgasm takes over me completely and all I can do is feel.
This is the way it’s meant to be.
***
The car ride back to her hotel is weirdly awkward. Here we are, having had the most amazing sex possible, and she’s uncomfortable with me again.
Or mad.
Or shy.
Once again, I can’t tell.
I’m frustrated and confused, which is my normal state of mind around Summer. I don’t know why I thought sex would change anything when it clearly hasn’t.
As she opens the car door to step out, I put out my hand to stop her.
“Hold on.”
She freezes, but doesn’t say anything.
“Summer, I didn’t expect anything. I just thought, the date was going so well, that…”
Summer doesn’t look at me, although I can see the confusion on her face.
“I got carried away, and things went farther than I’d planned,” she says after a moment. “For that, I’m sorry. As your boss it’s inappropriate behavior from me, not to mention that neither of us are in a position to be involved with someone else right now.”
“Are you saying you didn’t enjoy tonight?” I ask.
A rush of color comes to her cheeks.
“The date was nice and thoughtful. Thank you, Johnny. I’m sorry, but we can’t do this again. I hope you understand.”
The slammed door further emphasizes her words.
As I watch her go, my fingers clench around the steering wheel.
Fuck!
Here we go, right back to square one again.
Unbelievable.