Wrecked (Dirty Air 3)

“God may not know but the Devil sure approves.” My smile grows wider as her fidgety hands return to nervously twirling her pencil.

“Right…well either way, no sneaking off. This job means a ton to me and I need to be able to trust you. They’re paying me a lot of money to help you.” Her eyes dart off to the side.

“Well, love, at least the paycheck at the end of all this will keep you around. Don’t pretend you don’t get off on helping out wankers like me who are more fucked up than Donald Trump’s White House.”

“No. I get off on helping people reach their fullest potential. And I see what you can be if you move past this terrible public persona.”

“Don’t strain your eyes too hard. You may not like what you find after all.”

“I don’t need to like you to do my job.”

Well shit, she has me there.

Elena taps away on her tablet. “Last thing. I’m going to be following you pretty much everywhere. It’s a part of my contract.” She bites her lip, revealing the edge of her white teeth.

It’s concerning how she gives me a semi with a glance and a bite of her lip. My cock doesn’t understand why Elena is bad news. The worst fucking news, like worse than Prince Harry leaving the royal family, and that shit was catastrophic.

Dear cock, please meet the rock and the hard place you’ll be stuck between this season.

“Does that mean we share a bedroom? I’ve always wanted a human pillow to cuddle with.”

She lets out a mock gasp. “Would you look at that? Bedrooms are not included. Really, I plan on keeping it PG-13 between us so…”

“I hear PG-13 movies have sexy scenes now…” I let out a low whistle.

“Oh my God. Nothing like that will happen between us.”

The way her eyes light up as she laughs worries me because I’m tempted to make her do it again. I remain silent, trying to wrap my head around having to spend months with someone like her.

Google, how does one say I’m fucked in Spanish?

She shuts her iPad case closed. “Seriously, Connor didn’t include an interoffice relationship clause, but it’s kind of a given why we’re not pursuing that option.”

Of course, Connor didn’t include something like that. He wants to stake his claim on a hot piece of ass. F1 has few and far females working in the industry because women avoid our hostile workplace cloaked in sexism and manipulation.

Despite Connor not including a clause, I need to remember to keep my distance from her. No matter what, she and I can’t happen. It’s the reason I resent being around her more than necessary. She causes reactions I’m not accustomed to, ones I don’t want to explore no matter how much I like her brand of attitude.

I don’t get that kind of story.

While my friends are fit for an ending straight out of the latest cheesy rom-com, I’m better suited for the Game of Thrones’ Night’s Watch—isolated until the day I die.

4

Elena

Welcome to hell. Population: Two.

Last week when Connor called and gave me a rundown about my job this year, he told me how I needed to live with Jax. It marks my weirdest contract deal to date, but I couldn’t say no to the thousands of euros he offered. With everything at stake, I’m willing to do just about anything to revive Jax’s reputation.

Connor explained the surface-level issues with Jax and why McCoy needs him to be the best this season. With Liam switching teams this year after a falling out with McCoy’s ex-CEO, Peter, Jax is the new face of the company. This season is Jax’s best chance at winning a second World Championship.

With all the new stress, Connor’s worried Jax might crack. I’m here to make sure he handles the pressure with the added bonus of me fixing up his image.

Jax and I walk into our extravagant hotel suite. If I want to approach life more positively, I can highlight the two-thousand-square-foot space with its own dining area, sectional couch, and separate rooms. Except one look at the hulking figure next to me throws my positivity out the window of our penthouse.

No area seems large enough when I have to spend time with Jax day in, day out. I barely made it out unscathed last season working around him. Jax prevented me from getting anywhere in his vicinity besides the forced PR sessions with Liam. Any time we were in the same room, Jax avoided any conversation with me. I’d take it personally if it weren’t for the fact that most athletes hate working with PR reps.

At first when I started working with racers, I thought it was my personality. But a few years in this line of work has taught me no one likes being told what to do, especially cocky athletes who have listening skills similar to a toddler. My job helped me build a tolerance for assholes whose egos are so large, they could apply for their own zip code.