Indecent Danger (Danger Incorporated #3)(39)
And get on her knees and call him “Master”.
It wasn’t that she was morally against it. Any consensual game that two adults played was fine with her but she had to admit the thought of having him at her mercy was rather intoxicating. But she wasn’t foolish enough to think it was more than a one-time thing. Travis Anderson was the alpha male personified. He might let her play the boss but he was the boss.
But she didn’t like to lose either and a childhood of scrapping and fighting for every little thing had made her competitive as hell. With a surge of adrenaline, she slammed the gas pedal all the way to the floor just as she came out of the turn, going high and barely missing the wall by inches. Travis had taken the corner tight, leaving her a wide berth to go around him and she didn’t hesitate for a moment. It was reckless as hell, but even as the next turn loomed she didn’t let off the accelerator and her go-kart shot forward until she and Travis were side by side.
Her heart slamming against her ribs, she leaned into the next turn not willing to give a millimeter of the ground she’d gained. They stayed just like that, completely even, all through the lap and now the finish line was up ahead. Now or never. Victory or defeat.
Her foot was all the way to the floor and the kart was flat out going as fast as it possibly could. Sweat trickled down her back and forehead, and she held her breath as both cars flew past the finish line, her vision slightly blurred so it was hard to tell if one bumper was a little ahead of the other. It had been a photo finish and she couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction and elation. Even if she lost it wasn’t by much. She hadn’t embarrassed herself and she’d shown him she wasn’t a pushover.
The karts slowed to a stop and Aubrey hopped out, stretching her cramped body. She was going to feel this tomorrow but not nearly as much as Travis would. He’d practically folded himself in half to climb into his kart.
Pulling off his helmet, he grabbed her around the waist, lifted her off the ground, and spun around several times in his arms until she was laughing and dizzy.
“Put me down. We’re going to fall in a heap on the ground.” She slapped ineffectually at his shoulders but he was still grinning down at her like a loon. He must have won the race.
The two employees who were running the place tonight ran over and picked up the discarded helmets before pushing the karts off to the side of the track but Travis’s attention was solely directed at Aubrey.
“Girl, you drive like a professional. Where did you ever learn to do that?”
“I could ask you the same question. I was brought up in Chicago. We’re fighters, Travis.”
Once again she wondered about the women he’d dated in the past. If he’d been dating females too prissy to drive a go-kart what in the hell was he doing with her?
“You’re one hell of a woman, Aubrey Grayson.”
“You’re one lucky man,” she retorted, her cheeks turning a fiery red. She could feel the heat rising in her face all the way to her hairline. “Now I think you should feed me.”
“As my lady wishes.” Travis stepped back and bowed low with a flourish. He straightened and held out his arm so she could place her fingertips on the back of his hand as if they were lord and lady in some medieval play. “Let us retire to the dining room for a brief repast.”
Giggling, she allowed him to lead her into the building where a very pretty young girl was behind the food counter obviously waiting just for them. There was a large, gooey cheese pizza, mozzarella sticks, wings, cheese fries, and cold soda to wash all the sugar and fat down.
“If we eat all this they’ll have to roll us out of the doors and back to the resort,” Aubrey said, sitting across from Travis in a corner booth. He’d asked the staff to put on some music – not too loud – and now Luke Bryan was singing softly in the background.
“I wasn’t sure what we’d be in the mood to eat so I told them to fix us a little bit of everything.”
“Looks like they fixed a lot of food. But I’m up for the challenge.” She ripped a chunk of fries from the cast iron skillet, the cheese stretching into a long string that she had to wrap around her finger. “This is delicious, but then everything is better covered in melted cheese.”
They ate quietly for a few minutes, their mouths full of the delicious food. She’d filled her plate with a sampling of each dish and when she made it around to the hot wings she was shocked by just how fiery they were. Her tongue burned, the heat growing hotter with every passing second, invading her sinus cavity and tightening her lungs. Fanning the imaginary flames coming out of her mouth, she grabbed her soda glass and chugged it down, groaning when it was empty.
“Holy fires of hell! Those are spicy.” She dabbed at a few tears with a self-deprecating chuckle. “My nose is running and I’m crying. I’m not used to food that hot.”
“Shit, baby. I’m sorry.” Travis offered her his own soda. “I ordered them hot without thinking. They had a nuclear option. I’m just so used to ordering wings with Jason and West. Are you okay?”
She slugged back his soda as well but nodded in the affirmative. “I am. I just wasn’t expecting it. This night is simply full of surprises, that’s all. Don’t worry, cowboy. I won’t puke on your boots.”
Travis quickly and efficiently refilled their sodas from the beverage station and she drank down half of that one as well. “Steady there. You might want to try a bite of cheese stick. Milk products dampen the fire of spicy foods.”