Page 27 of Crash Course Omega
“What the hell were you doing?” I ask him, but he stays completely silent until I let go. With his helmet still on, his visor up, his gaze is so hard even a crash wouldn’t shake it. And the only direction he looks is up.
It doesn’t matter how many people grab him or shake his hand or cheer for him; his neck is stuck at a forty-five-degree angle.
And I follow his gaze, sucking a breath as my eyes land on the pretty ginger woman who kissed me so passionately in the airport broom closet. One look at her has me yearning.
She barely glances at me before her gaze goes straight back to Maddock. And I can’t read her expression as they stare at each other.
I know they have a history, but the stare they share is way more than something between a teacher and a student. It is like the world has vanished around them, and a light growl rumbles from Maddock despite being in a crowd.
I can’t take my eyes off her. I feel like if I look away, she'll disappear, and I’ll lose my chance with her. She rises above us like a benevolent goddess, and it’s up to me to praise her.
All I need is her smile. I’m stuck with Maddock, both of us staring, but I’m not the one she wants. The moment could have stretched on for hours, and I was left to the side.
And I’m seriously not used to it. I’m about to shout out and wave at her to make her look at me… Until her gaze shifts to someone behind me.
Her eyes widen in surprise, and she lifts a trembling hand to her mouth like she’s trying to hide her shock.
I instantly spin, and the only person standing still amongst the buzzing team is Everest, in exactly the same position that Maddock is.
I love Everest; I do. But expressions aren’t exactly his thing unless cars are involved. So, seeing him soften and smile sets off more alarm bells ringing inside me.
Glancing at Maddock, then Everest, I turn to look at the gorgeous omega who backs away from the edge of the balcony, and from the three of us.
If what Jacob said about us training actors for that F1 movie is right, then life is about to get a million times more interesting.
Maddock
“You have got to be fucking kidding me!”
I’m trying so hard not to punch the wall because the whole situation is fucking ridiculous.
“Maddock, you’ve known about this movie for months,” Jacob says from behind his office desk.
I’m out of my champagne-covered suit after holding up my trophy and finally feeling the high of the win after eight hard years. And I’m itching to get away from the reporters, all to find the omega who owes me an explanation.
When I ran up to the paddock post-race, she was gone. There was no sight of her in any of the rooms, the bars, the fucking crowd.
I couldn’t find a single hint of the fresh strawberries and cream scent I craved.
I grabbed Jacob and asked him where she was, and he got this stupid solemn look on his face before dragging me off to his makeshift office.
Even though all the guys are already tearing down the garage to pack it all up and take us to Texas, Jacob still finds a place where he can put himself behind a desk and look imposing.
“I didn’t know it would be her!” I snarl, and he sighs.
“I don’t know what happened between the two of you, but you need to sort this out before training begins.”
“I amnotteaching Harmony Grace again. I did that shit for fourteen years, and look how that turned out.”
Jacob presses his lips together as he glares at me.
“Maddock, you know I care about you, right?”
“Oh God, what is it? I just won my first race, and you’re about to have a go at me?”
“You’re falling even further out of favor with the sponsors. They aren’t impressed by your behavior, and they’re considering different avenues. You know what that means, right?”
“I'm literally sitting right here with a trophy under my arm. That should be enough.” I squeeze the spiky trophy shaped like a firework that’s uncomfortable to hold and awkward to grip, but there's no way I'm putting it down until I curl up in bed with it. I’ve worked too hard to let anyone else touch it.
