Traction - Dani Rene Page 0,15

take the memory of her away.

“Want me to call over a few beauties?” Curtis asks, but as much as I know I should say yes, I can’t bring myself to do it. One catches my eye, giving me a sly wave, which would usually work, and I wonder if I should just give it a try.

“The one in the short white skirt that looks like her ass is peeking out,” I respond, not looking at my friend because I know if I don’t end up taking her home, he will.

Curtis is on his feet and on the dance floor before I have time to change my mind. But it’s Pax who leans in and asks, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Do what?” I turn my attention to him, swigging my beer as I take him in.

He shrugs. “Random chicks. From what you told us, you seem to like this little racer chick,” he remarks. He was with Curtis when I called them after getting home from the track.

It doesn’t matter if I take someone home or not. I can’t have Haelee. First, she hates me for how I treated her, and second, I work with her now. She’s my teammate. As much as I don’t want her to be, I can’t stop it from happening. To be fair, I doubt Colton will have any issue with it, but I wouldn’t feel right.

I think.

“Hi.” The soft sultry voices of the girls come from my other side, catching my attention away from Pax. I should answer him, but I can’t find the words. Curtis settles beside me with a blonde on his lap while a redhead sits her ass beside Pax. The one with the short skirt looks at me expectantly before I pat my lap.

She slides on, and for a moment, just for a split fucking second, I try to imagine her bouncing on my dick. But the more I look at her, the closer I take in her appearance, I realize there’s not a chance in hell I’m going to get a hard-on with this woman.

Not even a jolt. Not like the one I felt when I looked into Haelee’s eyes. And certainly not the way I felt when I inhaled her fragrance. Even though it was spicy, there was a hint of woman. Nothing overly sweet. Nothing to make your teeth grit and your stomach to roll.

Not like the woman on my lap.

“Holy shit.” Curtis’s voice cracks through the dilemma currently torturing me. My head snaps his way, but then I turn my attention to the group of girls who just walked in. I know a couple of them, they’re pit girls, but the others I don’t know. One though, only one holds my attention like it’s been fucking glued to her.

I don’t think.

I don’t even breathe.

When she spins on her heel, I see it. I see her.

For a second, she smiles, laughing at something someone said, and a few guys join them. They don’t touch her, but my awareness has sparked. She’s dressed in a beautiful pair of tight pants that hide nothing. Her slender legs, her pert ass, and those incredible hips all taunt me from afar.

A guy from the crowd surrounds her, practically wrapping his arms around her when she turns to push him away. I watch as she says something and shakes her head.

But the dick doesn’t get the message and leans in closer to her. My hackles rise, and jealousy rolls in my gut, churning the beer into froth, and I’m about to lose my cool when he tries to kiss her when a few of her friends finally step up to save her.

My hands are gripping the glass and sofa cushion too tight. I don’t realize it until I spill beer all over the woman on my lap. She squeals loudly in my ear, which only irritates me. And that’s when Haelee looks right at me.

Her smile falls. Her eyes widen. But it’s not the look of frustration that kills me. It’s the raging jealousy that sparks in her eyes for a split second before she turns around and focuses on her friends.

She wants me.

Just like I want her.

And I sure as hell ain’t gonna sit around and wait for her to come to me. Pushing off the seat, I’m on the dance floor, moving through the bodies before I have time to think straight. I reach her quickly, and within seconds, my hand is around her arm, and I’m pulling