Fast & Reckless by Amanda Weaver

Author:Amanda Weaver
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Zando – Slowburn

24

Austin, Texas

“The press got some good shots of you with the head of Marchand Timepieces, which is brilliant.” Violet had her arm hooked through Will’s and was steering him through the crowd at the post-race reception for the Circuit of the Americas. “And your agent invited the PR associate who’s in charge of your new line at Velocity. His name is Ryan and he’s a complete wanker, but we’ve both got to be nice to him, so I’ll bring him over when he arrives. If I drink enough before then, maybe he won’t seem like such an asshole.”

Will stopped in his tracks and forced Violet to look at him. “Violet, I’ve been chatting people up for hours. Can I take a break?”

“Darling boy, do you think David Beckham or Michael Jordan never had to stand around making idiotic small talk with a lot of corporate lunkheads? It’s part of how the game gets played, and you have just leveled up in that game.”

Violet always spoke to him like he was a child, even though he suspected he might be older than her. Didn’t matter—she was right. During the gap between Suzuka and Austin, he’d flown to New York to meet with Velocity. They were already his biggest sponsor and now that his season was going so well, they wanted to roll out an entire line under his name. Trainers, track pants, the works. He was about to become high profile in a global way. The accompanying PR circus was pretty odious, but the money would be worth it, and not just for him. Formula One was staggeringly expensive. It was part of his job to do whatever he could to offset some of that expense. Velocity’s money would go a long way toward that.

Ahead of them, he caught a glimpse of Mira heading in their direction. Her hair was pinned up, but some curls had escaped, brushing her face and shoulders. As she ducked between guests, he saw what she was wearing and his mouth went dry. It was a simple black dress—just a slip of silky fabric—but it hugged and hinted at every curve underneath. He suspected there was no bra under there, which sent a powerful throb of desire rippling through his body. Fuck. He wanted to slide those skinny little straps off her shoulders and watch that fabric slither down her body and puddle at her feet. By the time she reached them, he’d almost gotten that vivid fantasy under control.

“Violet, Simone’s got that press guy from NASCAR Nation pinned against the bar, talking his ear off. You might want to lend a hand.”

“The day a NASCAR publication runs a feature on Formula One will be the day hell freezes over. She’s wasting her breath. Besides, I’m on Will Duty.”

“I don’t need a babysitter, Violet.”

“When it comes to your PR commitments, I beg to differ.”

Mira shot him a sympathetic look. It was all he could do to keep his eyes on her face, not on her bare

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