Zero To Sixty (BWWM, Sports, Billionaire) by Tamara Adams Read Free Book Online Page B

wasn't the end of this. Not by a long shot. He'd show Miss Fancy Pants just what she was missing, even if it killed him.
                  Even if it killed both of them.
                  Hopefully it wouldn't come to anything that drastic. He did want to have a little fun with her, as long as it ended with him getting what he wanted.
                  Her. In his bed. For as long as he damn well wanted her there!
                  He had a feeling it would be a very long time.
                  Ansel tore off in the rental car, zooming toward the air port. The sooner he could blot her offensive proposition out of his mind, the better. Sure, he'd relished one time sexual encounters in the past, but this was different.
                  He was different.
                  He was sensitive now. Still manly of course, but sensitive. And she was to blame! The least she could do was give this thing a bonafide chance to be something!
                  Casual sex. He was still surprised as hell. But in retrospect, it was kind of funny. Obviously Denise was trying to play with the big boys. She'd just misjudged her opponent.
                  She'd underestimated him in the extreme.
                  He had an idea and started laughing. It was so diabolical… so extreme… he just had to give it a try. He turned on the speaker phone and called the owner of Black House.
                  Teddy was a real racing enthusiast and a fan. Ansel just knew the old man would see his way of thinking.
                  "Teddy! I have got a proposition for you!"
                  Ten minutes later he was grinning ear to ear. He'd gotten the old whiskey baron to agree to his plan. Now he just had to sit back and watch the fireworks. And there were sure to be fireworks when Denise found out what he'd done.
                  Meanwhile he better get the boys to clean the trailer… soon it was going to have a lady on board. For the duration of the season… actually maybe it was time to upgrade the old tank.
                  Yeah, he'd have them get a new one. A bigger one. One with a big ole bed in the back...
                  He was still laughing when he boarded the plane.

Nine
     
     
     
     
                  Denise could not believe her eyes. She had barely been home for an hour and her email inbox was full of new instructions regarding the racing season.
                  Apparently they wanted her on the road with the team.
                  Literally with the team.
                  On Sunday night she would be taking a red eye to the east coast, where she would meet up with the team in Florida early Monday morning. Then she was to travel from race to race with them, finding and booking new promotional opportunities along the way. Given that the racing season had just started, this meant at least three months of living on the road.
                  With him.
                  Three months…
                  Denise didn't generally cuss but at the moment there was a long list of curse words on the tip of her tongue. She let them fly, the obscenities echoing around her kitchen. It was a good thing that her dad and step mom weren't around to hear them. She'd get a slap on the knuckles for sure, 25 or not.
                  He had done this. To get even with her. Somehow, she'd hurt his feelings.
                  Ansel freaking Philips.
                  The bane of her existence.
                  She called Sasha who found the whole situation vastly amusing. Her best friend was completely unsympathetic, which made Denise even madder. Sasha even went so far as to say that it might be a good thing for Dennie to get out of her comfort zone.
                  Ha!