Traction - Dani Rene Page 0,8

wife. Her work is something I’ve admired, and they’re most definitely one of those couples you could set your goals toward.

“So, make sure you’re here tomorrow, same time, and I’ll set you up with someone who can train you up, show you the ropes, and hopefully, get you on track.”

“I can’t thank you enough,” I tell Colton as I push to my feet. My chest is tight with emotion, and my eyes burn when he shakes my hand. With my contract, I head out into the parking lot. The old Beemer my dad left me is waiting, but I notice a black Rover parked in the lot near the entrance. And inside, the asshole from earlier.

I don’t want to fight with someone I could be working with in future, but I find my confidence and walk up to his window. Knocking on the glass, I wait for him to slide it down.

“The wannabe racer,” he says with a smirk as he takes me in from head to toe. His eyes seem to undress me with their heat, and my skin bursts with goosebumps.

“Yeah, you know what? I am a wannabe because I’m not a professional yet. But your attitude stinks. I’ve spent my life around cars, around tracks, and watching men like you race. I’ve also looked up to many, but with your vile reaction to a girl beating you, I think you’re nothing more than a scared little boy.”

I don’t know where my fire comes from, but the thought of someone looking down at me because I’m female only makes me want to punch him in the face. And if he weren’t in the car, I may have slapped him.

I expect him to shout and scream. I also expect him to curse me out, but he doesn’t. His eyes narrow as he watches me. A small smile hints at the corner of his mouth before he says, “Fire. I love a feisty woman.”

“You can love it all you want, but I’m not one of your pit bunnies who drops to her knees for you. And I never will be.” I spin on my heel and head back toward my car.

But just before I reach it, I hear the rumble of the Rover. It stops right behind me, and Kayden rolls down the window farther to lean out. His smile is brighter now, and my heart kicks in my chest.

Fuck.

I can’t deny the asshole is handsome. Hot. He’s most definitely bad news, and I know Dad would warn me away if I told him I met someone good-looking at the track.

“Hey, speedy,” he calls to me. “Never say never, because I wouldn’t mind seeing you ride.” With a wink, he pulls away, and his words sink in, and I slowly realize what he meant, which only seems to make my stomach tumble.

“Ugh,” I bite out as I slip into the seat of my car. The man is appalling, and I can’t stand him. Why does he have to work here, where I’ll be for I don’t know how long?

It could be months.

It could even be years.

But with Kayden, I don’t know how I’ll be able to handle it.

The ride home is silent. I don’t even want to turn on the radio because all that keeps replaying in my mind is his promise, and that was most certainly confidence brimming in his voice.

I meant what I said, though. I’m not some floozy who’s going to swoon over him no matter how sexy he is. It’s his personality that seems to need a lot more work.

I pull up at home, and the house is silent when I step inside. Mom must still be at work. I race up to my room and shut the door. Opening my laptop, I quickly tap out Kayden’s name, adding race car driver to the search, and wait for the results.

When the photos pop up, I realize he’s the guy I saw at the party last night. I don’t think I’ve ever been in a house like that. It was enormous, but one of the girls who dates a street racer invited me, and I figured why not.

I’ve never been one for things like that. I grew up fairly sheltered, but knowing I’d have to get used to the life soon enough, I agreed. While I was in the hot tub, I felt eyes on me, burning into me. When I turned around, I saw him watching, but he had a blonde practically draped over him, so