Page 59 of Sparks Fly
“True.” She nods, taping the thin tissue paper that my books are now encased in.
I load up my card on my phone, and she shakes her head, holding her hand up.
“You can have this on me.”
“No, don’t be silly.”
“Please, let me. A gift from me to you.” Her eyes plead with mine and I am hesitant at first, but after another whispered, please, I lock my phone and place it into my bag.
“Fine, but I’ll get lunch.”
“Sounds fab.” She smiles as she finishes packing my book and handing me the bag.
“What time did you want to meet?” I ask, pulling the bag over my wrist and step back from the counter.
“One? Does that work for you?”
“Yes, perfect.” I begin to walk towards the door. “I’ll meet you back here.”
“Cool, see you then.” I wave her off as a group of girls walk into her shop. “If anything changes, lemme know,” I call before walking out of the door and back towards the penthouse. I really need to get some work down and go through my mammoth mailbox.
Pulling my sunglasses from my head, I put them on and begin my walk back home.
Chapter Thirteen
Creed
I seethe guys out and agree we will catch up before the Dutch Grand Prix. They all mutter something and I wave, shutting the door on them. Inhaling heavily, I hold my breath then let out a slow releasing exhale.
It wasn’t meant to be here but when there was a change of plans, I found myself offering my apartment.
I hated that she was unprepared. Hated that she shrunk back into the room. But I got it, plus, I didn’t really want them to be ogling her.
They knew who she was. Everyone in the paddock did. It wasn’t like her and Royce kept their relationship private. He flaunted her wherever he could.
Not that I blamed him.
Scrubbing my face, I pace towards the living room and flop myself down on the sofa. I felt angsty but I had another meeting, luckily virtual, in about twenty-minutes so that doesn’t leave me a lot of time to collect myself.
It was fine, though. This was the last meeting of the day then I could switch off.
Letting my head fall back onto the sofa, my eyes are glued to the ceiling.
I didn’t want to go back home, but I know I couldn’t hide out in Monaco for the foreseeable. It would be nice, though.
I knew it was in my retirement plan to move here and make this my new home, but not yet. I still had plenty of work to do at Saint Onyx before I could even think about moving.
I hear my laptop ping, and I roll my eyes.
Tony from Zeus Energy, one of our sponsors, was always up there with his punctuality. He was never late.
Ever.
Pushing up from the sofa, I walk towards the dining room and sit myself down in the same seat I have been sat in for the last three hours, forcing a smile as I accept his call.
“There he is, our favourite CEO.” Tony’s American accent fills the room, a beaming smile crossing his lips.
“Hey, you doing okay?” I ask as I start bringing up my emails and spreadsheet.
