Page 40 of In the Works

Unlike the humid, June air outside, the Carrera was perfectly air conditioned. My fears of sweating off my makeup melted away.

Vic slid into the driver’s seat with ease, turning to look at me as the engine purred. “You look incredible.”

Every insecurity I had melted away as her eyes poured over me. I let myself look at her the same way – hungrily. Her willowy figure looked custom made for the black leather interior.

“So do you.” I smirked.

A devious grin took over Vic’s face at the compliment. “Ready?”

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SARAH

AmI ready to be whisked away on a mystery date by some ultra-hot billionaire in her fancy sports car?

Swallowing my nerves, I nodded. “Yep.”

Without another word, Vic’s long fingers wrapped around the stick shift and put the car into reverse. Once we left my short driveway, she pressed her foot on the break and took one more look at me.

Her jaw clenched as her eyes dipped over the plunging cowl of my dress and down to my legs. The slit on the left leg exposed my entire thigh for her.

I could tell from the heat of her gaze that she wanted to touch me there, to sink her elegant fingers into the soft skin of my thighs, and perhaps other places.

But instead, Vic bit her lip, threw the car into drive, and took off down the road.

A light gasp escaped my lips as the car accelerated. I felt like I was in a rocketship with the hottest pilot I’d ever seen. My heart raced as she took the backroads smoother than an F1 driver.

“Where did you learn to drive like this?” I managed.

Vic smirked. “I’ve had my share of accidents. After the third, I asked a professional to teach me.”

A part of me wanted to ask her how much it cost, to have a real race car driver teach her something like that. But I didn’t want to offend her.

“$500k.” She read my mind, without taking her eyes off the road.

Jesus.I didn’t even make that much in three years. When I turned to look at her, Vic wore a proud smile.

“Quite the brag.” I teased her, a playful giggle passing my lips.

Victoria licked her lips, trying to keep her eyes on the road while a cheeky grin took over her face. “Listen, I worked for it. I do my best to give back to the communities that have lifted me up. But the rest… that’s for play.”

Of course, I knew about her philanthropic efforts. She didn’t mention it herself, not wanting to come off as a savior. But a quick search of her name brought up multiple foundations and personal interest stories about the people whose charities received massive, anonymous donations.

She had every right to brag about her earnings. And I couldn’t help but find myself pulled closer to her as she spoiled me.

Before I knew it, we were turning onto the empty highway toward the Newburgh-Beacon Bridge. The distant lights of the bridge grew brighter by the second as the car hurtled through the desolate lanes.

Coasting, Vic tore her eyes from the road. I felt her gaze wandering down my neck to my exposed cleavage, down my soft center to my thighs.

My heart raced under her attention. I would’ve paid millions just to have her look at me like that.

She checked the road again, making sure she was on track, before she took her hand off the stick and rested it on my thigh.

It took everything in me not to moan. But her hands were warm against my skin, and she pressed into my lush thighs with a comforting weight. She wasn’t gripping me, but the veins in her hands still bulged all the same.

As the car sped up, Vic’s foot resting heavily on the pedal, her hand drifted up my leg.

A whispered “fuck” escaped my throat. All I could do was hope that the purr of the engine was loud enough to obscure my pathetic whimper.

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