Winter Whirlwind by Amy Sparling Read Free Book Online Page B

How can he think he can hit on me when he knows I’m married?
    The guy shakes his head. “Shit, you’re in a magazine, too? I have got to get a copy of it.”
    Now although he’s being creepy as hell, I’m more concerned about what he’s talking about than the fact that he’s hitting on me. I put my hands on my hips. “What picture are you talking about?”
    “The picture you shared on the forums,” he says, inching forward. He rests a muscular arm across my machine, blocking me in even more. “I want to see more and something tells me you have more to show.”
    “Excuse you?” I say, bending to get out of this tight space. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”
    The door slams open behind us and Jace is a welcome sight. His jaw is clenched and he walks with fury. “What the hell are you doing standing so close to my wife?” he growls.
    The guy practically leaps backward, holding his hands up in surrender. “Nah, man, I didn’t know she was married. You should keep your girl away from places like this.”
    “Places like this?” Jace says, giving me a glance to see if I’m okay. “I own this place.”
    “Okay okay I see,” he says, nodding. “I didn’t mean to step on any toes. But seriously man, if your wife was so happy with you then you should ask why she spends so much time on the motocross forums.”
    “I don’t even know what you’re talking about,” I say, finally finding my voice. “I don’t go to any forums.”
    His lips twist into a sneer. “Yeah, probably a good idea to deny in front of your husband over here. Dude looks like he’s ready to kill someone.”
    “Get the fuck out of my gym,” Jace says.
    “I’ll get out,” he says, though he’s looking straight at me. “Of course, you might want to tell your girl here that if she doesn’t want attention from guys like me, then maybe she shouldn’t post naked pictures of herself online.”

Chapter 9
     
     
    Even the walls of Jace’s office seem to look down on me as we stare at the computer screen, worried about what we’ll see next. After Jace had escorted that jackass out of the building, we’d come into his office to look up these supposed naked photos. I don’t feel too worried, not really. I know I didn’t post a naked photo of myself on the internet.
    I tell Jace this much as he powers up his computer and opens the browser. “It doesn’t make any sense,” I say, pacing the small space behind his computer chair. “You know I wouldn’t do something like that.”
    “I know, baby,” he says, his voice calmer than I feel. “I’m guessing someone photo shopped your head onto a porn star or something. I mean, if that’s even what he’s talking about. Those magazine photos were a little scandalous, and maybe that’s what he was talking about.”
    “I hope so,” I say, sitting on the edge of Jace’s desk. “Do you know where to look?”
    Jace shakes his head. “He said it was a motocross forum.” I watch while he types ‘Bayleigh Adams motocross forum’ into the browser and searches. The first link that appears makes my blood go cold.
    It’s a post, dated early this morning. The username who created the post is anonymous but the title says it all.
    If you want more where this came from, come see me at the Track! Xoxo
    “What the hell?” Jace murmurs, clicking on the link.
    “Oh my god!” I slide off the desk and bury my face in my hands. “Oh god, no.”
    Tears flow immediately and Jace sits there in stunned silence as we stare in horror at the pixels on the screen. It’s the photo. It’s me.
    The one I emailed to Jace last night.
    “Bayleigh . . .” Jace’s voice is pained. “If you didn’t do this, then who did?”
    “I—I . . .” the words catch in my throat and I collapse into sobs as I shake my head. There is no way to explain this. No reason why. “I swear I didn’t do that,” I say. “You have to believe me.”
    I reach for Jace’s hand and he pulls away. His