snarled as she looked at the tickets. “NASCAR? Do you even like racing?”
My heart felt as if it was about to burst from my chest as I looked back at the note and read it again.
Paislie,
Deuce requests your presence at a dinner function Thursday evening at Texas Motor Speedway.
Enclosed you will find one all-inclusive pass for this weekend. With this pass you are able to come and go as you wish. When arriving at the speedway, please use Gate One and show them the VIP pass and let them know you are a guest of Elliot Racing.
We really hope you can make it.
Deuce and Malcolm
Covering my mouth, I felt like a little girl in a candy store. “Paislie Pruitt. Are you blushing?”
I dropped my hand and pinched my eyebrows together as I gave her a huff. “No. I’m just really surprised. How in the world did he know where I worked?”
“Who?!” Stephanie exclaimed.
“Malcolm Wallace. He’s a driver . . . a um . . . a NASCAR driver.”
Crossing her arms over her chest she asked, “And how do you know a NASCAR driver? Oh my god . . . first a Dallas football player and now this! Where are you going to meet these guys?”
With a dry laugh, I stood and started to usher her out of my office. “We’ll talk about it later. Right now I have a phone call to make.”
She grabbed onto the door jam and held on for dear life. “With who? Him? The driver? Is he cute? Hotter than Trey?”
Placing my hand on her forehead, I pushed her out of the way and shut the door as she called out, “I’m googling him right now!”
I picked the letter back up and took in a deep breath while I reached for my cell phone. My hand was shaking as I dialed the number.
“Jesus H. Christ, what in the hell is wrong with me? He probably thinks he’s going to get lucky or something. Like all of them.”
The thought of Malcolm only wanting to see me for sex hurt more than it made me angry. I practically broke the glass on my phone hitting the numbers as I dialed him.
“This is, Malcolm.”
My body melted as did all the anger I felt. For Pete’s sake, what is wrong with me? Oh, I know what’s wrong . . . I’d fuck this guy just to hear that voice whisper in my ear.
Looking upward, I mouthed, forgive me father.
“Hello?”
“Malcolm? Hi, it’s um . . . it’s Paislie. Paislie Pruitt.”
“Paislie, how are you?”
I could hear the smile in his voice as I grinned from ear to ear. I felt like a teenage girl talking to her crush.
“Well, I’m a bit surprised by a package I received today. How in the world did you know where I worked?”
Malcolm let out a soft, yet deep laugh. “Let’s just say I had to do my homework. And when I talked to Trey Rogers he happened to mention he was no longer seeing you and might have let it slip where you worked.”
Rolling my eyes, I mumbled, “Figures.”
“Sorry, what was that?”
I waved my hand as if he could see me. “Nothing, sorry.”
“So?”
Chewing nervously on my lip, I replied back with my own, “So?”
He let out a small chuckle as he said, “Will you be able to make it at least for dinner?”
My finger moved over the handwritten note. “With Deuce? Your boxer, right?”
“That’s right.”
I wanted to giggle, but I stayed strong. “Is he looking for a casual evening or would I have to dress up? I’m not much of a formal kind of girl.”
“Totally casual. He’s super easy to please.”
A thought occurred to me as my smile faded. “Um . . . will Trey be there as well?”
There was silence followed by, “Fuck no, that asshole isn’t going to be there.”
Oh God . . . why did that turn me on.
“Then count me in.”
“Perfect! How about seven?”
I chewed on my thumbnail as I quickly thought this through. Hadn’t I just given up on men again, and now I’m planning on meeting one for dinner? Of course, I’m really having dinner with his dog.
Frowning, I hit my palm on my forehead. Get it together, Paislie.
“Go to Gate One you
My heart felt as if it was about to burst from my chest as I looked back at the note and read it again.
Paislie,
Deuce requests your presence at a dinner function Thursday evening at Texas Motor Speedway.
Enclosed you will find one all-inclusive pass for this weekend. With this pass you are able to come and go as you wish. When arriving at the speedway, please use Gate One and show them the VIP pass and let them know you are a guest of Elliot Racing.
We really hope you can make it.
Deuce and Malcolm
Covering my mouth, I felt like a little girl in a candy store. “Paislie Pruitt. Are you blushing?”
I dropped my hand and pinched my eyebrows together as I gave her a huff. “No. I’m just really surprised. How in the world did he know where I worked?”
“Who?!” Stephanie exclaimed.
“Malcolm Wallace. He’s a driver . . . a um . . . a NASCAR driver.”
Crossing her arms over her chest she asked, “And how do you know a NASCAR driver? Oh my god . . . first a Dallas football player and now this! Where are you going to meet these guys?”
With a dry laugh, I stood and started to usher her out of my office. “We’ll talk about it later. Right now I have a phone call to make.”
She grabbed onto the door jam and held on for dear life. “With who? Him? The driver? Is he cute? Hotter than Trey?”
Placing my hand on her forehead, I pushed her out of the way and shut the door as she called out, “I’m googling him right now!”
I picked the letter back up and took in a deep breath while I reached for my cell phone. My hand was shaking as I dialed the number.
“Jesus H. Christ, what in the hell is wrong with me? He probably thinks he’s going to get lucky or something. Like all of them.”
The thought of Malcolm only wanting to see me for sex hurt more than it made me angry. I practically broke the glass on my phone hitting the numbers as I dialed him.
“This is, Malcolm.”
My body melted as did all the anger I felt. For Pete’s sake, what is wrong with me? Oh, I know what’s wrong . . . I’d fuck this guy just to hear that voice whisper in my ear.
Looking upward, I mouthed, forgive me father.
“Hello?”
“Malcolm? Hi, it’s um . . . it’s Paislie. Paislie Pruitt.”
“Paislie, how are you?”
I could hear the smile in his voice as I grinned from ear to ear. I felt like a teenage girl talking to her crush.
“Well, I’m a bit surprised by a package I received today. How in the world did you know where I worked?”
Malcolm let out a soft, yet deep laugh. “Let’s just say I had to do my homework. And when I talked to Trey Rogers he happened to mention he was no longer seeing you and might have let it slip where you worked.”
Rolling my eyes, I mumbled, “Figures.”
“Sorry, what was that?”
I waved my hand as if he could see me. “Nothing, sorry.”
“So?”
Chewing nervously on my lip, I replied back with my own, “So?”
He let out a small chuckle as he said, “Will you be able to make it at least for dinner?”
My finger moved over the handwritten note. “With Deuce? Your boxer, right?”
“That’s right.”
I wanted to giggle, but I stayed strong. “Is he looking for a casual evening or would I have to dress up? I’m not much of a formal kind of girl.”
“Totally casual. He’s super easy to please.”
A thought occurred to me as my smile faded. “Um . . . will Trey be there as well?”
There was silence followed by, “Fuck no, that asshole isn’t going to be there.”
Oh God . . . why did that turn me on.
“Then count me in.”
“Perfect! How about seven?”
I chewed on my thumbnail as I quickly thought this through. Hadn’t I just given up on men again, and now I’m planning on meeting one for dinner? Of course, I’m really having dinner with his dog.
Frowning, I hit my palm on my forehead. Get it together, Paislie.
“Go to Gate One you
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