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“Wait. Rodger Heath? As in the congressman?” I ask, standing up from the couch and looking down at him in shock.

“Yes,” he says just as shocked. He looks back down and starts to read the headline. “The two are still going strong after a year together. Are wedding bells in their near future?” He clicks on a few other links. A picture comes up of her and him walking out of a restaurant in New York City. She’s wearing a black coat that she’s tied tightly around her, keeping out the cold. Her long brown hair falls down—covering her face. She has her head down, and he has a hold of her arm tightly as if he’s dragging her behind him. His face is hard as he stares straight at the camera. You can tell by his hard stare and his hold on her that he is not happy about something. Whether it was her or the cameras, I don’t know. Blake then looks at a few more links. Not one mentions their breakup. How long ago did they split? Could it be possible that the press doesn’t know about it yet?

“What are you going to do?” he asks getting my attention. He has a hard look on his face as he stares up at me from my laptop.

“What I always do. I always get what I want,” I say simply. You think I give a rat’s ass that her ex is Rodger Heath? Fuck, no!

“Dash, man, you just got the offer of a lifetime. You’ve already signed with him. You gonna jeopardize it for her?” he asks softly. “I mean, I get it, she’s hot. But you just met her. And Jackie said they just broke up. The odds of them staying broke up…”

“I want her,” I state, interrupting her.

“You’ve already had her.” He says with a smirk now on his face.

I shake my head. “I want her again.” She was different. She was wild, just like I knew she would be. Valerie was so boring, and I always had to be in control. Tabatha was crazy and full of passion. I could feel it in the way she touched me. Her body screamed for a release.

“You know her dad will kick you off the team if he catches the two of you together?” He closes the laptop and looks up at me. “I mean, look who she was with.” He brings up Rodger again.

I roll my eyes, but inside, I am wondering the same thing. I mean, look at their fathers. Talk about a power couple. “Probably,” I say in all honesty. But Mr. Knight told me that he isn’t where he is today without taking risks. And she is a risk I’m willing to take.

CHAPTER EIGHT

TABATHA

“You’re joking?” Jackie asks rubbing suntan lotion on her white as snow skin.

“I wish I were,” I say, lying on a lawn chair by my parents’ pool. Two days have passed since I came home to find Dash sitting in my father’s office. And I’m still as pissed as I was the second I realized he knew who I was.

It was my fault. I was stupid enough to sleep with him without even bothering to find out who he was. I just wanted someone to get over Rodger, and of course, like a slut, I jumped in bed with the first guy who I found attractive.

“How could he have known who you were, though?”

“The internet.” I roll my eyes behind my Dolce shades. “There are pictures of me on there with my father’s racing team.” She knows this. Then all the pictures of Rodger and me, of course.

“But, in the past, the guys dated you for a little bit while they tried to get close to your dad. Erik had already been signed.”

I shake my head. “Technically, he was signing that very next morning,” I remind her.

“It doesn’t make sense. I can’t see him doing that.”

I arch a dark eyebrow. “Oh? Are you two best friends now?”

She shakes her head. “I just saw the way he looked at you at his party. Trust me when I say this. He was thinking about how to get you up to his bed—not how you could further his racing career.” She then tilts her head to the side and frowns. “That sounded worse,” she says, confused by her statement.

“Just forget it. It’s not gonna happen again,” I say, and I ignore her snort. She doesn’t believe me. Hell, even I don’t believe me. He just made me feel so free. So sexy. Have you ever been with a man who made you feel confident? Beautiful? That was how he made me feel. The way he spoke to me. The way his hands roughly held me. Just thinking about it makes me wet. I had cried out with every thrust. He took his time with me, yet fucked me. His cock was so big my pussy still remembers what if felt like…

I sit up quickly. “Fuck me!” I hiss.

“What?” Jackie asks sitting up quickly as well.

I look over at her, panicked as my heart pounds. “We didn’t use a condom.” I throw my hands over my face. “Oh, my God,” I hiss. “How stupid could I be?”

“It’s okay,” she offers.

“It’s okay?” I demand. “What is okay about that?” I throw my hand over my pounding chest. “I could be pregnant.”

“You’re on birth control.”

“A disease?” How fucking stupid. I don’t remember him having one. At all. “I’m totally fucked.”

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