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“Stay safe.”
“Always,” he lies. Travis is one of the fastest drivers in the damn world. He’s also one of the riskiest in his sport.
“Did you feel that chill?” Ivy asks once it’s just the two of us.
“There’s years’ long tension between those two,” I tell her.
“You mean three.” Her gaze travels over to Annalise.
“Yeah, I think she hates Max more than Travis. And Travis is the one Max tried to kill.”
Ivy’s eyes widen.
I’m so damn tempted to lean in and kiss the shock right off her damn face, or at least until I hear her moan my name.
“What?”
I shake my head. “It’s a long story.”
I take her hand into mine and am satisfied when she doesn’t pull it away.
“How about we go check out a few other spots before dinner?”
CHAPTER 30
Ivy
“You don’t think this is too revealing?” I ask from in front of the mirror, twisting to my side to examine the dress’ cut out that shows a significant portion of my midriff.
The studded, forest green dress with silver studs that outline the rim stops about three inches above the knees. While I don’t have particularly long legs, the short length of the dress accompanied by the five-inch stilettos make my legs appear extra long.
“Too revealing?” Andreas comes up behind me. “You look like my dream come to life,” he tells me before biting my earlobe.
A moan manages its way past my lips.
Somehow, I find the strength to extricate myself from his embrace. “We’re going to be late,” I remind him.
After the initial meeting with Andreas’ cousins we ended up hanging out for a while longer and meeting more of the drivers and their teams.
It was like a whirlwind, followed by dinner with Travis and Annalise.
Now we’re on our way to the official wrap party with the rest of the cast and crew.
“Lillian is already there,” I tell him, having received a text from her about ten minutes ago asking where I was.
I’m having my doubts about showing up to this party on Andreas’ arm, but it’s not like our secret isn’t out already. And Andreas has assured me that everyone has signed nondisclosure agreements, and phones and cameras won’t be allowed in the private party.
“They don’t mind waiting.” He nips at my ear again, this time growling.
I push him away. “You’ll regret it if you don’t show up to this party. Remember this is to celebrate all of your hard work.”
“Your work, too,” he adds.
“More yours and the rest of the actors than mine.”
He squeezes my hand before giving me a once over. The way his eyes light up from just watching me makes my entire heart melt.
“You take my breath away in this dress. I bet you could’ve made this.”
