Mr. Mitchell Billionaires' Club Book 2 - Raylin Marks Page 0,37

smiled at her. “It also means that it appears my driver is now going to be you…since I just informed my driver that I wouldn’t using his services today.”

She planted her hands on both hips and shook her head. “You’re missing out, man. You have this classic car, and sadly, you can’t enjoy it because if you don’t answer that call, you most likely won’t be able to keep and afford it.”

“Just get in the driver’s seat, gorgeous,” I said, unable to resist brushing my hand over her tight ass.

I hit the call-back button. “What’s going on, Dave?” I asked my public relations assistant, and the man could hardly get three words out before we were buckled up, and Avery brought the low growl of the engine to life and peeled out of the driveway.

I laughed at first, and then lowered my phone from my ear as Avery drove like a bat out of hell with its ass on fire.

“The other goddamn side of the road,” I tried to say as calm as I could.

“Christ. Forgot about that; sorry.” She cringed with a sympathetic smile.

“Forgive the interruption, Dave.” I went back to my phone once Avery got her bearings. “What can I help you with?”

“They need to know your take on the docuseries before presenting it to the London offices.”

“Alex handled this,” I said. “No.” I rubbed my forehead. “Forgive me. You are correct. We’ll be putting it on hold. I’m not entirely convinced this is the route I want to go.” I glanced up, forgetting about the roundabout that Avery was entering. “Fucking…” I held onto the word after we were nearly side-swiped by a car and were now stuck in this roundabout, driving in circles, “hell.” I let out a breath. “Dave, I need to handle some shit. Cancel any further viewing until I give the final word and get more info back from Dr. Brooks. Anything else?” I asked as Avery continued to look for a way out of the roundabout, but remained safe in the damn thing by the grace of God.

“That was it. Thanks, Jim,” he answered, then we hung up.

“Avery,” I said, watching her keep the car in low gears and us looking like the jackasses we were acting like. “You need to take that exit,” I pointed at the upcoming point. “Burford Road.”

“How the fuck do I get out of this goddamn thing?” she asked with frustration and a laugh. “I hope the business is doing swell, but we’re in this position because I have no navigation, and these people drive like lunatics.”

“Avery,” I said calmly, “merge onto the exit, Bufor—shit…it’s 429. Right here, take this road. Avery, right there. Here, right here!” I was vomiting out directions like an idiot.

Avery threw her head back and laughed as she took the exit. We survived Avery’s first roundabout in England, but we weren’t finished yet. I knew the next one was less than a mile away.

“Jesus Almighty.” She sighed. “That was insane.” She sped up while I held her phone to her face and unlocked it. “Hey,” she said, trying to focus on the road. “What the hell are you doing with my phone?”

“Loading your GPS in case the office calls.”

“Oh, cool, good idea. What the fuck? Not another one of these bastards.”

I glanced over at her. “Just merge into it like you’re getting on a freeway in Southern California. This is no worse than the crazy drivers there.”

The GPS was spouting off demands as Avery panicked in the second roundabout. “Shit, Jim, maybe the road to this castle wasn’t the best route for me to drive.”

“My driver handles these just fine,” I said smugly while watching her frustration rise, trying to get out of this roundabout. “However, we didn’t need him, remember?”

“I feel like a goddamn hamster in a wheel. Every time I go to get out, a fucking car gets in here.”

“Slow the car and take the exit that your GPS is practically glitching as it screams at you.”

“Good idea.”

“Yeah, lead foot, it might help to keep it at low speeds to navigate.”

“Hold on. Shush. I have to think,” she said with a laugh as she turned the polished wood steering wheel and led us off on the exit.

“There’s another one coming up. You’re just going to merge this like you’re getting on the freeway and hang a left onto Swindon Road.”

“What is this, a fucking tilt-a-whirl for cars?” She blew her hair out of her face. “Hang a fucking left? How