Page 5 of Refuel

“This is why I want to quit every week, Colton,” Sarai muttered, sitting in the chair in front of his desk. He passed a pile of documents to Sarai.

“That will be all, Stacy,” Colton said, and she twitched her hips, leaving the room.

“Kash, you need to take things more seriously. Do you want to continue down this path of sleeping around with random women?” Reggie called out. I met Reggie about three years ago at a charity ride, and Colton introduced us. He was looking for a fresh face. He was a much older man who wanted me to settle down and stop partying so much. I waved everyone off and stood.

“Is this meeting all about my love life? I’d rather get to the lane and run some laps,” I answered, peering from Reggie to Sarai. Colton never jumped on the bandwagon and gave his advice when we were alone.

“You’re not racing today, Kamden. We have photographers outside interviewing her for Sunday’s upcoming race. I don’t need things getting off track because she showed up, stealing the limelight,” Sarai implied.

“That hurts my feelings, Sarai.”

“Good,” Sarai answered.

“So, what do you propose I do? It was a one-night stand, and she left before I could get her last name that morning.”

Sarai gasped and raised her hand to her chest in shock.

“Are you saying you slept with a woman who ditched you?” Sarai asked with a mischievous smile.

I stuck my middle finger up as she bent over laughing.

“I wasn’t looking for her last name, so it doesn’t matter,” I responded.

“This could go one of two ways, Kash. If you lay low for a few weeks and stop hanging out at clubs, blogs will find something else to talk about, or a media storm will erupt if you two continue dating,” Reggie stated.

“Who said I wanted to date her?” I asked.

“It doesn’t matter if you want to date her or not. Arianna works at CD Enterprises throwing events. We need people focused on your career, not your love life,” Sarai reminded me.

I swallowed a lump in my throat. Sarai was right, and I hated to admit it and give her credit. My career was the most important thing to me. Many times, I’d seen careers go downhill when the media attached a driver with a celebrity.

“I promise she’s not on my mind, and I’ll stay away,” I replied as I headed toward the door.

“Where are you off to now?” Colton asked, clasping his hands together.

“To get cleaned up and down to the locker room. I’ll stay out of the way. Promise, Sarai.”

Opening the door and leaving, out the corner of my eye, I watched as Stacy licked her lips while on the phone, and I motioned for her to follow me to the private bathroom. Stacy hung up the phone and jumped up, giggling, before looking back to make sure the door was closed. I placed my finger to my lips to stay quiet, glancing around the office to make sure no one was around.

“I thought it was a one-time thing, Kash?” Stacy questioned while unzipping her skirt. I raised my hand to stop her.

“No, leave your skirt on. We don’t have time for that with me needing to get down to practice. Help me out to take the stress away with your pretty lips around my dick,” I said, caressing her cheek. I told them I’d stay away from Arianna Pierce, but I didn’t mention anything about other women. Stacy grinned, walked out of my arms, and locked the door. She dropped to her knees, unzipping my jeans and helping to take the stress away.

An hour later, I walked in the garage and heard music blasting as the crew prepared the car for today’s run. I wasn’t planning on doing anything but getting some rest. Now that it was out in the public and the news media ran the story, I couldn’t let my reputation get drowned out with conversations about a love life that didn’t exist.

“Look what the dead woke up.” Tennessee chuckled as he held out his right hand for me to shake. I pushed it away and stepped around him to check the board of who was up to practice first. Tennessee worked for CD Enterprises and was one of my best friends from Fresno. He was a little taller than me at six-three in height, around two hundred and thirty pounds with long, blond hair that he kept in a ponytail on the top.

“How long has the media been here?” I raised a hand and removed my sunglasses.

Tennessee glanced up and over toward the makeshift interview in the middle of the track.

He pushed his fingers through his hair. “Since around eight this morning, and it’s now going on eleven. I wish they’d leave,” Tennessee replied.

“Damn, I guess I’ll stay out of the way.” My brow scrunched in a frown.

“The gossip is running around saying you got married. Then Josie came looking for you,” Tennessee casually mentioned.

“Shit, I forgot about Josie wanting me to take her out.”

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