Wrecked (Dirty Air 3)

This feels like the progress I’ve wanted since our first weekend together. It took a month longer than I expected, but the small victory feels worth celebrating.

“You can always talk to me.”

Jax looks over his shoulder, hitting me with a withdrawn gaze. “Opening up to you is the last thing I need this season. Be back later.” He opens the door and takes off, the thud of the door matching the throb in my chest.

I call Elías thirty minutes later because I don’t want to spend my night alone. He comes without any questions, proving time and time again why he’s the best person in this whole organization.

Two hours and one batch of popcorn later, Elías has erased any worries I had about Jax.

“Why did you have to pick a chick flick? I may be gay, but I still have manly preferences.”

“Last week you picked. I didn’t ask to watch the newest Marvel movie, but it’s not like you gave me an option.”

“You can’t compare Marvel to whatever this is. No self-respecting woman should take back a man who hooks up with her sister. She should have some class. Listen to a Taylor Swift song, meet a new man, and move on.” Elías dramatically lays his head on my lap.

“Easier said than done.”

“If I could, I’d be on the next dating app, no questions asked. No one would dare swipe left on me. Have you seen my cheekbones? Those suckers could make a straight man want me.”

We both laugh as he shows off said bone structure I’m slightly jealous of.

He taps his chin. “What if I quit F1, become an influencer, and then we travel the world together? Let’s be honest, I’d probably get a ton of views and you could manage me like Kris Jenner. Be my momager, please?”

I laugh obnoxiously.

“Now you two are fucking out in the open? Can I ever catch a break from you both?” Jax’s irritated voice surprises me.

My head snaps toward him, flashing a bright smile to combat his mood. “You missed the best part! Elías does this magical thing with his tongue despite me having literally all my clothes on.”

“She’s joking. We were watching a movie. Relax.” Elías puts a healthy space of distance between us.

“Whatever. You guys are weird as fuck.” Jax enters his room and shuts the door.

Elías cringes. “Whoops. Looks like Mr. Grumpy is back at it again.”

I tuck my legs under me. “You’d think after a couple of beers he’d relax a bit. I don’t get why he keeps thinking we’re hooking up.”

“There’s no use denying you’re a babe and I’m hot. It’s not a shock he’d jump to conclusions about us.”

I laugh. “He doesn’t need to be a jerk about it. It’s one thing to be annoyed, but it’s another to voice his dislike every time he sees us.”

“The reasoning is simple.”

“What do you mean?” I whisper in case Jax can hear us.

“He’s got the hots for you.”

“If by hots, you mean a burning desire to have me disappear, then yes he does.”

“Nope. Have you not noticed how he checks you out across the garage? JaxAttack may say one thing, but his dick doesn’t agree. I think it makes him even grumpier because he wants what he can’t have.”

My eyebrows raise. “And you know this how?”

“I recognize someone walking with a boner when I see them. It’s a rather awkward experience, with him wobbling away when you bend over to check out my car.”

I cover my mouth to muffle my laugh. “You can’t be serious.”

“I know it’s a shock, but Britain’s Most Ineligible Bachelor has a thing for you.”