Page 24 of Refuel

“Any brothers and sisters?” Arianna questioned.

“Nope, only child of my mother. Dad left me when I was younger.”

“When did you get into racing?” Arianna asked.

“When I was younger, the same story. Kid pissed off from his dad walking out, and he gets in with the wrong crowd and goes off doing things that could lead him to jail. Mom signed me up to be a mentor at The House where Rylee worked when I was younger and through Corporate Cares, I met Colton, and we became friends,” I explained.

“Now you’re this big star.”

“Something like that.”

“What about your girlfriend?” she asked, sipping slowly. My dick swelled when her lips opened and enclosed around the rim of the glass.

I cleared my throat, thinking of something else to keep him from being noticed. I thought of rainbows and cows.

“No girlfriend. I do have a few women I hang out with from time to time,” I answered.

“Hangout as in a sexual relationship?” she inquired.

“Mutually agreed upon sexual experiences,” I answered.

“A fuck buddy? It’s okay, Kamden. I do the same thing.”

I glowered at her statement.

“When was the last time you’d been with someone besides me?”

“Not that I need to tell you this. But you were the only person I was with since my breakup, six or seven months ago.”

“Why did you break up?”

“You ask a lot of questions,” she said, checking her watch.

“You need to go?”

“Yeah, it’s getting late. I need to get some rest before work, and I have practice tomorrow,” Arianna said, standing.

I placed my glass down and followed behind her.

“Let me walk you to your car,” I said.

“You don’t need to do that,” Arianna said.

“I might be an ass sometimes, but my mother did teach me manners. Let me walk you down to your car at least.”

“Fine, and it’s a bet,” Arianna replied as she stuck her hand out for me to shake on it.

I gently pulled it up to my lips and kissed each finger as she gasped in response.

“No backing out of this bet,” I told her.

“Don’t get too cocky, Mr. Coleman,” Arianna said, patting my chest. I held the door open for her, and she stepped out as I locked it behind me. I followed her into the elevator as the doors opened. We continued talking about her job at CD Enterprises and the charity work she was involved in at Pierce Motors. After leaving the building, I opened the driver’s side door to her car as she slid inside and started it up. The window rolled down, and I leaned down to say good night.

“Nice talking with you, Arianna. Don’t forget our bet. Make sure you wear something red. It’s my favorite color,” I said.

She laughed and shook her head.

“Very presumptuous, don’t you think?” Arianna retorted.

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