Wrecked (Dirty Air 3)

“It’s a shock because he acts like an asshole too often for me to find him endearing.”

“But the real question is do you find him sexy? Now that’s something I wouldn’t mind exploring.” Elías waggles his brows.

“I think nice guys are sexy.”

“Snore. Boring.” He pretends to nod off.

I shove his shoulders. “Who said they were boring?”

“Me! I had to sit next to them for multiple dinners.”

“Really, what was wrong with them?” I cross my arms.

“Juan was sweet but a sucky lay based on all your stories. Poor guy didn’t stand a chance against you in the bedroom. Your alpha needs couldn’t be met, let alone satisfied. And Pablo needed to get his head out of his ass and move out of his parents’ house. Even flowers and chocolate lose their appeal when it comes out of a twenty-five-year-old’s allowance from his parents. Miguel—sweet Americanized Miguel—was amazing at the time; I’ll give you that. Except he was a momma’s boy who dumped you because she didn’t approve of a woman from Mexico City. She treated you like you snorted cocaine to make it through the day.”

“To be fair, Miguel’s family was sheltered.”

“From what? Common sense?”

A hysterical laugh erupts out of me. “Okay, thanks for a reminder as to why you didn’t approve of any of my boyfriends.”

“I’m only trying to tell you that Jax might like you, so he probably struggles with that. Maybe that’s why he’s extra mean to you.”

“Well, that’s not a good enough reason to be a jerk. At least not for me. I’m not into the grumpy guy is mean to the girl he really likes plot. It’s a bit overused and dated for my taste.”

“But think of how fun it would be if you gave in. I’m sweating here thinking about it.”

I roll my eyes, getting up from the couch. “You need to go. I’ve had enough of this intervention.”

Elías walks to the door and steps out into the empty hallway. He flashes me a lopsided grin. “Face it. Maybe you need to try one round with a naughty boy to realize what you’ve been missing.”

“Says the guy who is sweeter than a bottle of ponche. Good night and sweet dreams.”

“A true friend would wish for me to have naughty dreams. The naughtier the better.”

I giggle as I shut the door. Naughty dreams might be good for orgasms, but bad for the heart. Hate to break it to Elías, but Jax Kingston is not what the doctor ordered.

Based on Jax’s recent history on the track, I didn’t expect him to land on the podium every race this season. My eyes stay glued to him as he exits his race car after placing second for the Sochi Grand Prix.

The cocky man did it. He got between Noah and Santiago, which alone is a huge accomplishment compared to his laid-back approach last year.

“Damn, why can’t he suck this year? I order you to stop helping him. Honestly, I can’t handle this level of betrayal from my best friend.” Elías tugs me into a hug. His sweaty race suit presses against me.

“Ay Dios, ¡para! You smell disgusting.” I wrinkle my nose and gag.

“This is the smell of labor and love. You wouldn’t understand with your recent plush lifestyle of private jets and fancy hotel rooms.”

“You caught me. There’s absolutely no work required when dealing with your teammate all day, every day.” I stick out my tongue at him.

“Elena, I need you to help me with something.” Jax’s prickly voice catches our attention.

“Duty calls.” I throw my hands to the side and do a twirl in my heels before walking away from Elías.

“You needed me?” I stop in front of Jax.

“Follow me. I’ve got shit to do before we fly out tonight and I don’t have time to sit around while you flirt with Cruz.”

“Alllll right.” I drag out the words. One would think after placing on a podium, Jax would be in better spirits.