Adrenaline (Speed Series Book 2)(16)

We really hope you can make it.

Deuce and Malcolm



Covering my mouth, I felt like a little girl in a candy store. “Paislie Pruitt. Are you blushing?”

I dropped my hand and pinched my eyebrows together as I gave her a huff. “No. I’m just really surprised. How in the world did he know where I worked?”

“Who?!” Stephanie exclaimed.

“Malcolm Wallace. He’s a driver . . . a um . . . a NASCAR driver.”

Crossing her arms over her chest she asked, “And how do you know a NASCAR driver? Oh my god . . . first a Dallas football player and now this! Where are you going to meet these guys?”

With a dry laugh, I stood and started to usher her out of my office. “We’ll talk about it later. Right now I have a phone call to make.”

She grabbed onto the door jam and held on for dear life. “With who? Him? The driver? Is he cute? Hotter than Trey?”

Placing my hand on her forehead, I pushed her out of the way and shut the door as she called out, “I’m googling him right now!”

I picked the letter back up and took in a deep breath while I reached for my cell phone. My hand was shaking as I dialed the number.

“Jesus H. Christ, what in the hell is wrong with me? He probably thinks he’s going to get lucky or something. Like all of them.”

The thought of Malcolm only wanting to see me for sex hurt more than it made me angry. I practically broke the glass on my phone hitting the numbers as I dialed him.

“This is, Malcolm.”

My body melted as did all the anger I felt. For Pete’s sake, what is wrong with me? Oh, I know what’s wrong . . . I’d f*ck this guy just to hear that voice whisper in my ear.

Looking upward, I mouthed, forgive me father.

“Hello?”

“Malcolm? Hi, it’s um . . . it’s Paislie. Paislie Pruitt.”

“Paislie, how are you?”

I could hear the smile in his voice as I grinned from ear to ear. I felt like a teenage girl talking to her crush.

“Well, I’m a bit surprised by a package I received today. How in the world did you know where I worked?”

Malcolm let out a soft, yet deep laugh. “Let’s just say I had to do my homework. And when I talked to Trey Rogers he happened to mention he was no longer seeing you and might have let it slip where you worked.”

Rolling my eyes, I mumbled, “Figures.”

“Sorry, what was that?”

I waved my hand as if he could see me. “Nothing, sorry.”

“So?”

Chewing nervously on my lip, I replied back with my own, “So?”

He let out a small chuckle as he said, “Will you be able to make it at least for dinner?”

My finger moved over the handwritten note. “With Deuce? Your boxer, right?”

“That’s right.”

I wanted to giggle, but I stayed strong. “Is he looking for a casual evening or would I have to dress up? I’m not much of a formal kind of girl.”

“Totally casual. He’s super easy to please.”

A thought occurred to me as my smile faded. “Um . . . will Trey be there as well?”

There was silence followed by, “Fuck no, that * isn’t going to be there.”

Oh God . . . why did that turn me on.

“Then count me in.”

“Perfect! How about seven?”

I chewed on my thumbnail as I quickly thought this through. Hadn’t I just given up on men again, and now I’m planning on meeting one for dinner? Of course, I’m really having dinner with his dog.

Frowning, I hit my palm on my forehead. Get it together, Paislie.

“Go to Gate One you said?”

“Yes. Show the security guard your pass and I’ll be sure to let him know where to bring you.”

Covering my mouth to hold my silly excitement in, I tried to respond like this was just another night and nothing special about it. “Sounds good. I’ll see ya Thursday.”

“Perfect! See ya then, Paislie.”

My stomach jumped as I placed my hand on it. “Okay, see ya then.”

Once I hit End, I dragged in a few deep breaths as I placed my hands on my desk.

“Holy hells bells,” I said as I started laughing. I’d only talked to this man twice and yet each time he brought out emotions I’d never before experienced in my life. I wasn’t sure if I should be thrilled beyond belief, or scared shitless.

Either way, I was counting down the hours until I got to see him again.





WITH A TOWEL WRAPPED AROUND my waist, I walked out of the bathroom only to find Ashley standing in my kitchen.

Fuck.

“Ash?”

She spun around and raked her eyes over my body before looking back up at me. “Hey. I see you’re still looking fine as ever.”

“Um . . . what are you doing here?”

She leaned back against the counter and looked at me with a serious look as she leaned in closer and stared hard. Her mouth dropped open as she gasped. “Oh my God. You met someone!”

My head pulled back in shock. “What?”

Pointing her finger at me, a huge smile moved over her face. “You. Met. Someone.”

Right about that time, the door to the bus opened and Autumn came bouncing in. “Hey, big brother! Did we surprise you?”