Page 12 of Happy Hour
“What did he want?” Alley asked looking down at her Blackberry. “He needs to get to driver introductions.”
“He wants a moment alone with Sway before driver introductions.” Spencer smiled, his head tipped towards the motor coach. “He said to meet him in the motor coach.”
By that point, I was breathing heavy and my heart started pounding.
What did he want? Did he not like what I was wearing?
“Okay,” I said hesitantly and made my way back inside to wait.
My nerves were getting the best of me and I thought I was going to vomit any second when the door opened causing me to jump.
“Didn’t mean to scare you,” Jameson said closing the door behind him. He didn’t look up just sat down beside me, staring at my bare legs, shaking his head once. “You’re fucking hot in that outfit.” He said lasciviously leaning into my shoulder.
“Uh...thanks.”
I really wanted to say hot enough for you to...Aww shit stop this.
Jameson started to say something and I missed the first part. I was distracted that he just said I was hot.
“...I just wanted you to know that.” He finished eyeing me cautiously.
“Wait, what?” I asked confused.
“Were you not paying attention to anything I just said?”
“No...I was distracted.”
“Pay attention,” he placed his hand under my chin, his eyes gauging. “Chelsea’s here.”
“What?” I started to panic. What would Chelsea be doing here, in Charlotte, at a NASCAR race of all places? This was just unacceptable to me for a number of reasons I’m sure you could understand. “You mean Chelsea Adams, as in your ex-girlfriend?”
He nodded flinching at the word “girlfriend”.
“She’s here because she’s dating Tate Harris...so I’ve heard.” Jameson let his hand fall from my face leaning back into the couch and groaned. “I think she’s trying to make me jealous or something butfuck, I haven’t seen her in five years.”
“Are you?”
“Am I what?”
“Jealous...?”
“No...” He gasped, his features revolted. “she can fuck every racer out there for all I care. She’s a bitch.”
“So...?”
“Listen,” he slowly turned his head to look at me. “I just wanted you to know she was here so you weren’t surprised if you saw her. She’s always been jealous of you and I would hate for her to start something tonight.”
“Eh, no worries buddy.” I said dismissively. “You saw what I did to Spencer earlier.”
Jameson laughed loudly. “I’d pay you a million dollars if you threw a spring at her.”
I grabbed his hand with mine shaking it. “Deal,”
“Hurry up asshole.” Alley beat against the door. “You have one minute.”
“All right,” Jameson rolled his eyes. “Be there in a second.” He looked back over at me, and then my legs. “Not what I need to be thinking about.” He murmured with a pensive frown.
The door slammed behind him leaving me wondering what that meant. I sat there for a minute before Emma came back in. “You coming?”
