shit drove like one.
He'd been jittery then too. And just as sure that he would win. Today he knew in his gut that he was going to get the trophy and the girl.
And what a girl she was.
He just wasn't sure what he was going to do with her after. Ansel had a strong suspicion he was in far deeper than he'd ever gone before. He could handle it. It was just like a new road and a different, longer kind of race.
Maybe even a life long one.
He opened his eyes. Today Gran was at home, enjoying the luxury ocean front condo he'd gotten her in Virginia Beach. Denise was here. And he had a strong feeling that Gran would approve.
"It's go time Ansel."
He nodded at Mac and stood. Without hesitation he strode over to Denise. She looked up at him, clearly taken off guard. He didn't even think about it. He just pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Damn if she wasn't kissing him back.
"Good luck Ansel. Not that you need it."
He grinned and climbed into his car.
She was right about that.
Eight
Denise watched as Ansel was swarmed by well wishers. It was mostly women, all of them on the prowl from the looks of it. But he was searching the crowd for someone.
Her.
She felt a jolt go through her body the moment he found her. If he could do that with his eyes, what would it feel like when they actually went to bed together? And they were going to bed together. She'd decided to stop fighting the inevitable.
She was going to control it instead.
He pushed through the crowd and stood in front of her. His grin was infectious. He was covered in soot and sweat. But he looked good.
Really, really good.
"Congratulations Ansel."
"Thanks."
"Of course."
He leaned in close to her ear and whispered.
"No, I meant thanks for the kiss. Let's do it again. Soon."
He leaned back just far enough to stare into her eyes. He was going to kiss her again. She knew it.
"Now would would be a good time for example."
"Not here Ansel. My job is important to me."
His eyes flared appreciatively.
"Not here doesn't sound like a no."
Now it was her turn to smile at him. A secretive smile full of promise. She lifted an eyebrow.
"It's not."
She turned and headed back towards the trailer set up to house the crew when they weren't working. It was as good a place as any to figure out how to proceed. Her plan was to follow his lead, as long as he abided by her ground rules.
Behind her she heard him let out a whoop. She smiled. He really was just a big kid. A big, manly, sexy as all get out, kid. Then he was beside her, opening the door to the trailer.
"After you."
She gave him a look and stepped inside. She couldn't help but laugh as he told someone that this was a 'private meeting.'
Subtlety was not his strong suit.
The door slammed shut with a bang. Denise turned to see Ansel staring at her. He was breathing heavily with his hands at his sides. The tight leather hugged his muscular thighs and broad shoulders. He looked like a bull about to charge.
He looked
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