Page 55 of Not So Fast
Mia eased in next to him. “I don’t know. It just is.”
“You were right about the whole thing. And although Iagreed, I was minimizing it. I’m sorry about that. I’m sorry if I was delusional in inviting you.”
Mia looked down at her lap, picking at a fingernail. “Why did you invite me, Xander? Why did you invite me to England? And Austria? I don’t feel like it was just for sex.”
He hadn’t expected to be confronted by this question, and he wasn’t exactly sure how to answer it, but one thing came to mind that might help him illustrate his thinking. “Remember when we were in Monza and I ignored you?”
“How could I forget?”
He turned to face her. “I did it on purpose. It was more than staying focused. I was afraid of getting close to you. Something told me you would pull me in. And I was right.”
The sweetest smile crossed Mia’s face. “Go on…”
He cleared his throat, hoping he could come across as eloquent and composed, while also staying true to himself. “Well, here’s the thing. You could’ve raised holy hell with Isabel or made a scene in the paddock or taken to your podcast and roasted me. But you didn’t. Instead, you found Isabel and you wished me good luck.”
“I can be a bit of a pushover…”
“That’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying you were respectful of my situation and what I’m going through. And that was thoroughly unexpected.”
“I guess I’m also a bit of a contradiction.”
“But that’s what I appreciate so much about you. You’re your own person. You think for yourself. And although you can be quiet and very chill, you can also be loud and bold. I admire that. You’re multifaceted.”
“I probably don’t deserve such a rave review, but thank you. That’s so generous of you to say.”
“And I feel like you’ve been generous with me. With your time and your advice. And your friendship. It means a lot to me. You calm me, Mia. You poke holes in every argument I make against myself and help me see how wrong I can be.” He laughed quietly to himself. “I mean, sometimes you piss me off, but then you calm me again.”
“That’s the rush of dopamine to your brain after an orgasm. I’m not sure that goes in the category of generosity.”
He leaned closer and kissed her softly. “Oh. But it does.”
* * *
Just as Mia had promised, she kept her head down and managed to avoid anyone taking note of her presence during the Austrian Grand Prix. It had been quite difficult during qualifying because Xander qualified P6, his highest position of the season, and two spots ahead of Dirk. Mia had to dig her hand into her palm when she watched Xander cross the finish line and a few seconds later, his high-flying finish became official.
Hours later, Xander was in rare form back at the motorhome, plopping her down on the bed, peeling back her jeans and going down on her. He gave her two orgasmsbeforehe fucked her. Mia told him to pace himself, but he didn’t seem interested.
Now to see whether all that sex would help him or hurt him in today’s race…
* * *
Xander breezed into the Mega garage. Finally, things were coming together. Mia was there and he was driving better than ever.
“I suppose you think you’re hot shit, Bishop,” Dirk said as he zipped up his race suit.
Xander glanced around the garage, wondering if he’d missed something. “Nope. I don’t.”
“Bullshit. Just admit it.”
“What are you going on about?”
“Qualifying better than me does not make you a better driver. My setup was all wrong yesterday.”
“Okay… Talk to the team about it. I have nothing to do with that.”
“Don’t try to play mind games with me. It won’t work.”
Xander didn’t know how to respond anymore.
