Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21230 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
"What do you recommend?" I asked.
"What do you like?"
"Redheads," I said, giving her a crooked grin.
Marlee didn't return my smile, and she also didn't seem particularly surprised by my comment. She gazed at me, but then averted her eyes briefly, before looking back.
"I recommend a burger," she said, still with no hint of a smile.
I couldn't help but laugh as I picked up my menu, quickly scanned the options, and closed it again. The waiter returned, and we placed our orders.
"Where would you like to start?" I asked, adopting a businesslike tone to match hers.
She glanced at her notes and then asked why I was moving to the area. I explained that I liked the weather, the entertainment, and that the location was convenient to a couple of places where I could practice during my off season.
"Do you still do other racing outside of Indycar?" she asked.
The question gave me pause, as it implied a knowledge of my racing history, and I wouldn't have expected someone from a local, non-sports magazine to dig back into my pre-Indy racing career. The majority of interviewers knew what I currently raced, and who I had recently dated, or at least that was all they usually asked about.
"Yes," I said, "I race bikes and other cars; really anything my manager won't object to."
Marlee smiled briefly, the first positive expression I'd seen on her face since we shook hands. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and I imagined myself running my fingers through that long, red hair while she went down on me. Her pretty lips were going to look even better wrapped around my cock.
"Are you a racing fan?" I asked.
"I'm a casual fan," she said.
"Are you a fan of mine?" I flashed a bigger grin, the type that usually earned women's phone numbers, and more than once, a pair of panties. Marlee was unmoved.
"I wish you well," she said. "But I'm not an active member of Team Axel," she continued, referring to a name often given to my female fan base.
"That's too bad," I said. I wanted to question her, but her cold tone was throwing me off course. I was going to have to work really hard for this one, but I had a feeling she'd be worth it.
After a sip of tea, Marlee asked what I could share about the coming season, and we talked for a while about the schedule, my sponsors, and other drivers. She continued to impress me with her knowledge of my career, and I decided she was either an exceptionally professional interviewer, or she was severely understating her level of interest in racing. She asked insightful questions that I rarely heard from old sportswriters, much less from a twenty-something woman.
"My manager said you're writing for City Magazine?" I asked after our food was delivered.
She nodded and I thought I read concern on her face.
"I'm impressed with your questions," I said.
She thanked me, and the expression she wore made me realize that I'd finally discovered the right approach. She broke into a smile, and I decided that flattering her professional abilities might just get me where I wanted to go. She apparently took great pride in her work, so maybe helping her succeed at her job would help me succeed at getting her naked.
"How would you like to go for a ride with me? I'll bet your readers would really like that angle," I said.
Her beautiful smile disappeared instantly. Damn! What was with this girl? I started talking quickly, trying to bring her back around.
"I could drive you out to the construction site of my new house. The framework is up, and you could see the property." Still, she was cold. "I won't speed, I promise," I said, flashing my best grin again.
"No, I don't think I should do that." Marlee looked completely distracted, and also, a bit panicked.
What the fuck?
"Our staff photographer will be going out there next week, I think," she continued.
"C'mon," I said. Despite her protests, I decided that I was not taking no for an answer. All I needed was more time with her, and I knew I'd win her over if we were together in my car. But I had never had to beg a woman to do anything, and I was at a loss in this situation. I looked at Marlee, and I probably looked hurt, or pitiful, or something, because I saw her soften, and then she agreed.
"Just a quick trip?" she asked.
I did an internal fist pump. I felt like a puppy jumping around her legs with excitement. "Just a quick trip," I agreed. "The site isn't far away, and I'll bring you right back."
Marlee went back to looking uncomfortable. If I was reading her right, I'd guess she regretted agreeing to the ride, but I wasn't going to let her change her mind.