Page 63 of Red Flag
I blinked. That was not where I had intended this conversation to go.
“What? I don’t care about that. When you’re an adult, watch all the porn you like.”
But he was smirking, looking down at his feet. “Something tells me you do care about me watching it. Just so you know, none of them could ever turn me on like you do. Get me so hot and bothered and hard and ready to—”
My mouth had dropped open, staring atCriswho was oblivious. “Nix.”
But I had stepped closer to him without even realising.
His smile grew and I couldn’t help but look at his bike, remembering just how he’d touched me on it.
He caught my direction and chuckled before whispering in my ear, “Let’s stage an argument tomorrow and I’ll eat that pussy on my bike as you can screamatme, screamforme. I don’t care how you shout my name, whether through anger or pure fucking pleasure, Livid. I just love my name on your lips.”
I swallowed and Nix released a cocky breath of a laugh.
This man weakened my knees more than taking a bloody bat to them. I despised being flustered.
But I regained myself. As I always should around this man.
“What friend, Armas?”
He turned his back to me, shutting his locker.
“Which friend?” I questioned, purposely not saying his name this time and following him further to his bike, closer toCris. “Which friend?”
I might not be fluent in French — and I wanted to keep people from knowing about my mediocre skill — but I was certain it was Pedro. The one I’d already warned him about.
“Myfriend. Nothing to do with you.”
Nix normally went last for qualifying, but some racers had already started.Lucabeing one of them. It was just him,Crisand me.
“It was him, wasn’t it? The one who came out of prison.”
I knew it, he knew I knew it, but he just needed toconfirmit. Admit he was wrong.
Instead, I got another shrug.
I had to hold my fists at my sides, restraining myself from using them — feebly — against him. My eyes closed for a second, I inhaled deeply, but my voice still shook in anger, louder than usual. “Don’t shrug at me. I hate when you shrug at me. No wonder you’ve had someone hired to communicatefor you. Speak words, Nix.”
Crissnorted, leaning back on the sofa.
Nix picked up his helmet from the saddle of his bike and leaned over me to snarl in my ear, “I know just how much you love me using my words, Livid. Can still taste how much you love it.”
My whole body tensed, still part desire low in my belly, mostly fury behind my eyes.
“Fuck you,” I whispered through my teeth.
I stormed away up to the VIP lounge. And, though Nix was the second fastest on the course that day, I didn’t notify the public. I posted a picture ofLucaon the beach from the day the paparazzi had caught us hugging.
Nixon Armas wouldn’t learn. Nixon Armas wasn’t worth the risk.
He was a huge mistake. I’d spent half the night reading back through our texts, somewhat fondly and that was wrong because I couldn’t get attached.
Declining his calls was the only control I had. And I had to do it.
My priority here was my job, not some handsome, egotistical rider who wanted to make that job far harder than it needed to be. I was temporary. Relationships between team members were strictly forbidden.
And I was risking this — what I cared for most — on aman?
