At Full Sprint (A BBW Shifter Romance) (Last of the Shapeshifters) by A.E. Grace Read Free Book Online Page A

imagining it all. Guarded as always, Circe tried to ignore the feeling altogether, and she looked away.
    “This is actually not my Veyron.”
    “Oh?” Circe murmured, looking out of her window as they passed through the gates to The Banyan. She thought about it for a bit, and then furrowed her brow. “I didn’t think you could rent these.”
    “You can’t,” Miles said, shrugging. “Or maybe you can, I actually don’t know.” He smiled at her. “But I was invited to drive this by a rather popular soap star here. After all, who can say that their car has been driven by Cheat Cohen?” He seemed to be offering a large dose of sarcasm with his faux-self-aggrandizing, and Circe pulled out her pad and pen from her purse and made a note. That would be something worth exploring for the article.
    “So, he just let you borrow it, huh?”
    Miles nodded, pushing his lips together. “That’s right.”
    “I have a hard time getting my neighbor to lend me a sieve. So,” she said, slipping into work-mode. “What do you make of that?”
    “Of what?”
    “Of some person just lending you their ridiculously expensive sports car?”
    He shrugged. “Nice of them. Bit foolish, though.”
    “Why?” Circe asked. “It’s not like you could steal it. These luxury cars all have tracking devices in them.”
    “I meant it was foolish that it would matter to him at all who drove his car.”
    “So you don’t appreciate it.”
    “To tell you the truth,” he said, sighing. “I suppose I don’t really care. But, as it stands, I had an opportunity and I took it. Not going to feel bad about that.”
    “No,” Circe agreed. She decided to probe. “Not a bad way to impress a girl, either.”
    He looked over at her, face alive. “Well, if that was the goal, I wouldn’t have told you the car wasn’t mine. But I’m guessing expensive cars don’t impress you all that much.”
    “They don’t,” Circe half-lied. In truth, who wasn’t impressed – even just a little bit – by a beautiful, extremely powerful car?
    Once they were on the road, Miles sped up quickly, and Circe noticed that his hands never left the wheel. She saw then the paddles behind the steering wheel, and how easily he made it look as he shifted up and down as they wove down the narrow road.
    “It’s semi-auto transmission,” he told her. “Manual shifts here with the paddles, but auto-clutch.”
    “Difficult to drive?”
    “God, no,” he said, stopping at a sign.
    “Clear on my side,” Circe told him, and he turned onto the road, accelerating with dizzying force. Circe was pressed right back into her seat, and she felt her stomach rise into her chest. “Oh my God,” she gasped, holding onto her door handle. A smile like that of a child’s first rollercoaster ride broke out on her face. It felt like she was on a plane during take-off!
    They had gone from resting to the speed limit, through a turn, in what she guessed was less than four seconds flat. The engine roared loudly all around them, but the car didn’t rattle at all. The vibrations were all transferred into her body, and she felt them in her core.
    “Amazing, isn’t it.”
    “Even you think so? Considering you drive a Formula One car?”
    “Of course. This is way more comfortable, and probably only slightly less expensive.”
    It wasn’t long until they were on a motorway, and in the backs of what few cars were on the road at half past six in the morning, she could see faces pressed against windows as they made their thunderous way past them in the fast lane.
    “So,” Circe asked, tapping her pad with the top of her pen. “Why did you really ask me to join you today?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Did you just want to show off your car?”
    “No,” Miles said, glancing at her. “I’m not one for showing off.”
    Circe laughed, putting a finger to her mouth. “That’s a blatant lie.”
    “Really, I’m telling you the truth, Circe. Showing off just sort of happens to me, you