CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: JAPAN
Andy
Japan’s a beautiful country, but I can’t seem to enjoy it this time around. Things with Sara are fine, but the fight with Carl has been following me around, drawing too much attention to the team. It was stupid—really fucking stupid.
I actively avoid team meetings, everyone treading on egg shells whenever we’re forced together. Lately, it’s been way too much.
Sara’s curled against my back. It’s comforting, having her here, but I don’t want her to get swept up into this chaos any more than she has to. If it wasn’t for her, though, I might have taken it further, let my temper get the better of me.
You can’t let it happen again. Keep your fucking cool. Win. Profit.
I carefully lift her arm off my side and slide out of bed, letting everything soak away in the shower. There’s a controller on the wall with countless buttons. I press one out of curiosity and the showerhead lights up blue. It feels like I’m taking a shower in the middle of a strip club.
Fucking Japan.
“They think of everything, don’t they?”
Sara’s standing outside the shower naked, perfect, everything I’ve ever wanted and more. There was a time when I’d look at a girl I slept with and instantly be picturing the next, but not with Sara. I see her and can’t think about anyone else. I’ve tried, but she’s done something to me, rewired my brain. I dream of her and her alone. No one else gets a second look.
“They do,” I reply, pressing another button. The water turns into a cascading waterfall complete with sounds of the forest.
She opens the door and steps in, hands against my chest, lifting a leg up my side and opening herself to me.
I reach down and slide a finger inside her. She’s wet, slick.
“Bit like a theme park ride,” she laughs.
“Wait ’til you try the toilet.”
She reaches down and takes hold of my cock, pushing it down and lifting herself over it. She sinks down, mouth opening and the soft pink pillow of her tongue begging me to take it.
Her lips part further. “God, I needed that.”
“A shower? I thought I was the dirty one.”
She reaches up and holds the side of my face. “You might think you have done your research on me, but let me tell you, I can be dirty too when I want.”
*
It’s cold at Suzuka, but this isn’t a problem when Sara’s around.
I rub my hands together. “What do you want to do today?”
We’ve got almost a full day without commitments, a true rarity. I intend to make the most of it.
“There’s Motopia, a theme park, hot springs, golf…”
Sara laughs beside me, head on my chest. I love the way her voice vibrates through my body, her breath hot and moist on my skin. “Do I look like I play golf?”
“Tight pants, polo, one of those visor hats—Sexy-as-sin.”
“How about tennis?”
“Pleated skirts are my kryptonite. Now you know my secret you can destroy me.”
She grabs my deflated cock through my pants. “Looks like I already have.”
“Three times in an hour will do that to any guy.”
“But you’re the incredible Andy Fortes.”
“Pleated skirts aside, I’m not Superman, sorry.”
She pouts. “Pity.”
“Besides, aren’t you getting friction burn down there by now?”
“I don’t know. Whenever I’m around you I always seem to be wet. Funny isn’t it?”
“I’ve been told I have that effect. So, plans?”
“You seem to be up to date on the best places to eat, and I do need to replenish lost energy.”
I grin. “You know me too well.”
*
Sara seems skeptical as she looks down into the bowl. “It’s a bowl of noodles.”
I shake my head. “No, it’s not just any bowl of noodles. These noodles are lovingly crafted with the kind of care a mother would give her baby. Each one is a masterpiece. These are the best goddamn soba noodles in the world.”
She looks around at what is, generally, a rather rural establishment. “How did you even find this place?”
I breathe in the broth. “Like I said, locals know best. I throw my name around a bit, see what comes up. Why the hell not?”
“Here goes nothing.” Watching her try and handle chopsticks is adorable. The chef’s cracking up watching her struggle.
I hold her hands. “Like this. Yes, that’s right.”
“Suck it in,” I tell her, “Slurp it up nice and loud. It’s respectful.”
She does as instructed. I’m a little nervous, but her expression changes from caution to odd curiosity. “Wow, it’s… kind of good, I think.”
“Kind of amazing?”
She takes another slurp, a noodle snaking between her lips. “Definitely growing on me.”
“Like something else I know.”
We finish up, thank the chef and walk beside a quiet stream, a group of ayu fishermen with their trousers pulled up, in the middle of the water. They wave as we pass.
Sara looks around in wonder. “My god this place is beautiful.”
“It used to be the personal gardens of the Emperor’s mistresses.”
“Did you just make that up?”
I lift my shoulders. She definitely knows me too well now. “Maybe.”
“Emperor or not, someone’s spent some time on it.”
We sit on a small stone bench and watch the water burble and pass.
“Racing seems so far away, doesn’t it?”
She leans into my side. “I want to stay here forever, the two of us.”
“You wouldn’t get bored?”
“Would you get bored? Surely you’re going to get sick of me soon.”
I can’t help but smile. “Is that what you really think? Is it because I’ve never been in a long-term relationship?”
“Maybe,” she fires back.
I try to consider how to put it. “I’ve been with a lot of girls. That’s pretty much public record. Have they meant anything to me? Cruel as it sounds, no. You? It sounds cheesy, but you’re different. I recognized it the first time we met, the way you challenged me, didn’t let any of my usual bullshit pass.”
“You used some terrible lines.”
“Hey, it’s all I know.”
She looks sullen. “And now, now that you’ve been with me?”
“That’s the thing. Usually when I sleep with someone I can’t wait to get away from them, but you? All I want is more.”
“Now that is a good line.”
I draw her into me. “Like I said, I’m full of surprises.”
*
It’s fucking déjà vu come race day. Carl poles and I sit second. I tell myself it means nothing, but my patience is wearing thin. It’s the same for the race itself. Everything I try comes up short. I’ve dominated Suzuka in the past, but even though I pull a personal best today I still can’t get past Carl. He takes the win and another twenty-five points, pushing him back to three points ahead overall.
I take it as best I can, leaving the track early and finding Sara clearly upset sitting on the edge of her bed.
I sit down beside her, take her hand. Her phone lies on the bed beside her. “What’s up?”
She turns to me, eyes puffy, her usual emotional fortitude under attack. “I just got off the phone with work.”
“And?” Whatever the problem is, I’m going to fix it. I can’t win on the track but I can sure as hell handle whatever this is.
“They want me to break up with you.”
Maybe not. I sit back. “Why?”
“The fight last race, the rivalry—it’s not good for Caliber’s branding.”
I shrug. “Any publicity is good publicity, right?”
“Not always.”
“And you’re going to listen to them?”
“She made it very simple, Andy. If I don’t break things off with you, I’ll be taken off the contract. I’ll have to go home.
“They can’t do that.”
“They can do whatever they want.”
“I’ll call them, tell them—”
She holds my chest. “No, it won’t do any good for you to get involved.”
“We can keep it on the down-low, avoid being seen in public together.”
“I want to be seen in public with you, Andy. Otherwise, what’s the point? I don’t want to be the ghost-like girlfriend no one sees. That’s not me. That’s not you.”
I consider this, sitting in a chair by the window, the Suzuka Ferris wheel slowly turning much like the cogs in my head. “What do you want to do? It’s your call. You make a decision and I’ll respect it. You have my word.”
She places a hand against the window, looking at her own reflection. It looks like she barely recognizes herself. “I don’t know, Andy. I don’t know what to do.”
She continues to gaze at herself, trying to talk herself into something. “There’s more.”
“More?” I question, standing.
“I found out Steven’s been calling my boss.”
I don’t need to look at my reflection to know my face darkens. “What’s that prick been saying?”
“I don’t know, but you can be sure he’s trying to stir things up.”
I punch the wall but barely feel it. “I’m going to knock his fucking lights out.”
She takes my wrist. “Violence isn’t going to solve anything and you know it. We need to play this carefully. There are only a few more rounds left and you need to stay on track.”
A lightbulb goes off in my head. “Work for me.”
She laughs until she realizes I’m serious. “What?”
“As my PR manager. It’s in the contract. I can select one of my own choosing, even you.”
“Steven would never go for that.”
“I pay you. It’s legal. There’s nothing he can do.”
“Really?”
I smile. “Really.” I take her by the shoulders. “Come on. You’d still get to travel the world. It would still be challenging.”
She looks down at my crotch. “You haven’t been much of a challenge so far.”
I reach around and grab her ass through her jeans. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”
It’s a ludicrous idea, but I can see her considering it.
I see it in her eyes, the thought growing, but there’s more.
Holy shit, she’s in love with me.