Page 10 of Dash

I shake my head. “It will have to wait. I need a shower.”

“Nonsense,” he argues. “You look great. It will be quick.”

I sigh but go ahead and walk into his office. I see his nose scrunch when I come up to his desk. I can’t help but smile at the thought of smelling how Jackie had described. I can’t smell much of it; I think my nose is used to it now.

I hear the leather creak from someone shifting on the couch behind me, but I don’t turn around. I wait for my father to excuse me since he finally sees how awful I look.

“What did you do last night?” he asks with a frown on his face.

“Gardening…?” I offer, remembering what Jackie had said and the person sitting on my father’s couch behind me coughs to cover up a laugh.

“Gardening?” My father’s brows pull together. “Is that some new slang for something?”

“It’s…”

He places his hand up to interrupt me. “I probably don’t want to know.”

I nod my head trying to hide my smile. He may end up reading it in the tabloids. See, my father is famous. He owns the biggest racing team in California. Formula One cars have always been his dream. He used to race them. That’s where he started making his fortune. Then retired and started his own team. Come to find out, he loves being on that end just as much as he did being a driver.

“Anyways, as you know, your mother and I have been talking about branching out,” he says with a smile referring to their company.

I nod my head. I have overheard this conversation. They want to dip their toes into other forms of racing.

“Well, it’s official. We have started a new racing team that involves motorcycles. And you are already a fan.” He gestures to my shirt, and I look down at the words DASH and frown before tilting my head in confusion. Then I hear the leather crinkle once again behind me. “See,” my father says with a smile, looking past me to whoever is sitting behind me. “I knew you would like her.” He claps his hands together as if he’s proud of himself, and I frown as the person moves behind me once again. What in the hell’s wrong with them back there?

“Motorcycles?” That’s not what I was expecting him to say.

He nods. His silver hair not even moving due to all the product my mother puts in it for him. I swear he is still a child and needs her to dress him. Feed him. And probably even bathe him. I shudder at that thought. Ugh.

“Yes. I want to introduce you to the newest member of our team.” He gestures to the person sitting behind me. “Darling, say hello to Erik Dashling.”

I quickly turn around wanting to get his over with so I can get the hell out of here. My heart starts to pound as hard as my head. I come eye to eye with those light gray eyes, chiseled jaw, and dark hair.

Memories of last night start to return. Like us making out on the pool table. Me stumbling into his room before he ripped my shirt off. Then me down on my knees before him. I couldn’t get his belt and jeans off fast enough. Those memories are making my thighs tighten.

I blink rapidly to try to clear the memories that are coming back full force.

“Hello, ma’am,” he says trying to sound formal. He stretches his hand out to me with a cocky smile on his sexy face.

“Hello,” I say narrowing my eyes at him and crossing my arms over my chest. It’s a little late for formalities.

He takes the hand stretched out in front of him and lifts it up to my hair. He pulls back and has a leaf between his fingers.

He chuckles. “Gardening? Looks like you’ve been rolling around in the grass.”

Motherfucker.

He knows. Shit! I didn’t think to look for any video cameras around his gate. I’m sure he has them.

His smirks grows as if he knows what I’m thinking.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Dashling.” I nod my head.

He gets a cocky look on his face and his eyes sparkle. “Please. Call me, Dash.”

Oh, now the shirt I’m wearing makes sense.

I nod my head once and spin around to face my father. “I need to go shower and then get home. I have homework to do,” I lie. “Excuse me,” I mumble and walk out of the office and start down the hall when I hear Erik speak to my father.

---