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Chapter Sixteen

After the podium, they had to rush to the private airport.

Her assistant had packed everything from her hotel room after she’d left that morning.

It was weird how she still wasn’t used to having all of these things done for her.

Micaela’d had to manage her own self for so many years.

Her father could have hired help for her, but he’d chosen not to.

Anything he could do to show her he might want to be painted as the good guy enough to appear to support her career. But he wouldn’t do the actual work.

Brent was stopping at the factory in Lincolnshire before the next race, so Micaela got on Liam’s private plane. When she boarded, she was surprised to find him alone, drinking a scotch.

“Where’s everyone else?” She kept looking around, like the technical director would pop out of the bathroom at any moment.

“Almost everyone else is headed back to Lincolnshire.”

“So, Brent got to be on the crowded plane?” She wasn’t quite sure what to say. She had never been completely alone with Liam, and it made her want to shift around on her feet. As it was, she couldn’t look directly at him. Even with the win, it made her wonder if she’d made the right choice.

She hadn’t known how she would start to feel about him after working with him. Hell, she wasn’t sure how she did feel about him.

She didn’t know where to sit, so she took the seat across the aisle from Liam. Her trophy took the spot next to her. She belted it in.

Liam chuckled and motioned for the flight attendant.

Then, he handed the woman his phone without noticing the way she looked him up and down.

A spike of jealousy hit Micaela out of nowhere.

She didn’t think Liam was interested in sleeping with her, but she wished she was allowed to look at him like that.

“Can you take a picture?” Liam asked.

The flight attendant looked a little shocked he wasn’t asking her to enter her phone number, but she covered it with a smile. “Of course, sir.”

Then, she aimed the camera at Micaela and the trophy. “Wait,” Liam said.

“Did you want her to fix her hair first?” The flight attendant made it sound innocuous, but Micaela’s face heated and she reached up to touch her hair.

Liam grimaced. “No, she’s perfect.” He didn’t look at her, and she knew she didn’t look perfect.

She’d had time for a quick shower, but her hair washing was going to have to wait until they were back in Monaco.

Still, his words made her heat up inside for a different reason than the flight attendant.

And then Liam squatted next to her chair, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. He smiled at the camera, but she was stunned he was touching her. He’d hugged her after the race, but she hadn’t been in the headspace to catalog the way the heat of his hands set her on fire.

But they were—almost—alone right now.

And when Micaela looked down, she saw he was hard.

She froze in place. She didn’t know what this meant.

Maybe the way the flight attendant was so obviously hot for him was doing it.

Maybe they were sleeping together, and they were just holding off until Micaela fell asleep in her seat before going back to the bedroom and having wild, monkey sex.

“Look at the camera.” Liam’s voice was soft, and it felt like he was stroking her with it. She complied and posed for the picture. She hoped her eyes weren’t closed, because the flight attendant seemed to be rushed about getting the shot. “Good girl.”

Fuck.