Traction (The Driven World)

It doesn’t matter if I take someone home or not. I can’t have Haelee. First, she hates me for how I treated her, and second, I work with her now. She’s my teammate. As much as I don’t want her to be, I can’t stop it from happening. To be fair, I doubt Colton will have any issue with it, but I wouldn’t feel right.

I think.

“Hi.” The soft sultry voices of the girls come from my other side, catching my attention away from Pax. I should answer him, but I can’t find the words. Curtis settles beside me with a blonde on his lap while a redhead sits her ass beside Pax. The one with the short skirt looks at me expectantly before I pat my lap.

She slides on, and for a moment, just for a split fucking second, I try to imagine her bouncing on my dick. But the more I look at her, the closer I take in her appearance, I realize there’s not a chance in hell I’m going to get a hard-on with this woman.

Not even a jolt. Not like the one I felt when I looked into Haelee’s eyes. And certainly not the way I felt when I inhaled her fragrance. Even though it was spicy, there was a hint of woman. Nothing overly sweet. Nothing to make your teeth grit and your stomach to roll.

Not like the woman on my lap.

“Holy shit.” Curtis’s voice cracks through the dilemma currently torturing me. My head snaps his way, but then I turn my attention to the group of girls who just walked in. I know a couple of them, they’re pit girls, but the others I don’t know. One though, only one holds my attention like it’s been fucking glued to her.

I don’t think.

I don’t even breathe.

When she spins on her heel, I see it. I see her.

For a second, she smiles, laughing at something someone said, and a few guys join them. They don’t touch her, but my awareness has sparked. She’s dressed in a beautiful pair of tight pants that hide nothing. Her slender legs, her pert ass, and those incredible hips all taunt me from afar.

A guy from the crowd surrounds her, practically wrapping his arms around her when she turns to push him away. I watch as she says something and shakes her head.

But the dick doesn’t get the message and leans in closer to her. My hackles rise, and jealousy rolls in my gut, churning the beer into froth, and I’m about to lose my cool when he tries to kiss her when a few of her friends finally step up to save her.

My hands are gripping the glass and sofa cushion too tight. I don’t realize it until I spill beer all over the woman on my lap. She squeals loudly in my ear, which only irritates me. And that’s when Haelee looks right at me.

Her smile falls. Her eyes widen. But it’s not the look of frustration that kills me. It’s the raging jealousy that sparks in her eyes for a split second before she turns around and focuses on her friends.

She wants me.

Just like I want her.

And I sure as hell ain’t gonna sit around and wait for her to come to me. Pushing off the seat, I’m on the dance floor, moving through the bodies before I have time to think straight. I reach her quickly, and within seconds, my hand is around her arm, and I’m pulling her into the darkened hallway, which leads to the offices.

She doesn’t realize my friend owns this club, but that’s okay. She doesn’t need to know anything. I’m going to have her thrown out of here tonight if she’s not careful.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I bite out, my jaw flexing with frustration.

“I’m here with my friends. What are you doing here?” The fire in her eyes burns me to fucking ash as I lean into her. “Kayden.” She whispers my name, and the sound sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my dick.

“I’m here because I can be. You should be at home resting up because tomorrow you’re training again.” The warning in my tone is clear, and I know I shouldn’t be such an asshole, but the thought of her dancing with any other man sets my gut alight with jealousy.

“I’m old enough to be here. I’m not drinking, and I’m not staying late,” Haelee bites back angrily. The venom in her tone is enough to make me want to kiss her, to steal her lips, and make her whimper as I bite her tongue for being a brat.

“Don’t fucking push me.”

Her eyes widen as she takes me in. I can tell she wants so badly to fight me. I doubt she’s ever had someone like me in her life, but if she wants to make this career work, then she’s going to have to listen to me. And if she doesn’t, this isn’t going to work.