Page 27 of Faster

Chapter Nineteen

“How do you feel about your girl driver winning the last two races, Liam?” First, he wanted to punch the reporter who called Micaela his “girl driver” until he passed out because he’d swallowed all of his teeth and choked on them.

And then, he didn’t want to say how he felt every time she passed him in the garage—how he wanted to bury his face in her hair and snort her like a drug.

“We’re extremely proud as a team with what she’s been able to do in the car so soon into her career. We made the right choice in picking her as a driver.” He’d made a ton of wrong choices ever since, like having sex with her at every opportunity since the plane trip from Japan to Beijing.

She’d spent most of the short two-week break since the Chinese Grand Prix practically living at his house in Lincolnshire, near the British factory.

One morning, after an event for sponsors at the facility, they’d been eating breakfast in the sunroom.

She was sitting there in his T-shirt, half a croissant hanging out of her mouth and a cup of coffee dangling from her fingers.

She looked like an old photograph of a sixties film star, with some of her makeup from the night before still around her eyes.

They hadn’t had time to wash their faces when they’d returned to his house. The way the dress she’d worn made him insane with hunger meant the garment had been above her waist as soon as the door had closed. He’d been inside her seconds later.

Thinking about it now, weeks later, made him hard. He adjusted his stance, so it wouldn’t be obvious. He already felt like enough of a pervert; he didn’t need the media knowing the mere thought of his “girl driver” made him hard enough to split wood.

“And your son hasn’t been performing as well? He wasn’t on the podium in the last race.”

That was enough to get rid of his erection.

“Brent’s been meeting the targets we projected with the car, often exceeding them. We’re very happy with our driver lineup. They are both outperforming the car.”

Micaela had been halfway through her croissant when they’d both heard the front door opening.

A Sunday morning, it wasn’t the gardener or the housekeeper—he’d been keeping them away as much as he could with Micaela there.

He trusted them, but everyone had a price when it came to the British tabloids.

And then he’d heard Brent yell, “Dad!” from the front hall.

Micaela had looked at him, frozen in panic.

Half of him wanted to tell her to stay put, that he’d get rid of Brent so he could have her after breakfast. But he knew she didn’t want their affair to get in the way of his relationship with Brent.

He didn’t want that either. At first, he’d been surprised she was worried about his son at all—but then he’d realized she only cared about how Liam felt about his relationship with his son.

She didn’t want Brent to find out because it would ultimately hurt Liam.

So, he stood up and gently took Micaela’s arm, making sure she didn’t spill her coffee. There was a pantry to the side of the sunroom where she could hang out unnoticed until Brent went up to his room. Then, he moved the plates around, so it looked like it was just him for breakfast.

Brent hadn’t noticed a thing. He hadn’t stayed long. Something about meeting Paola for some styling advice. Liam had wondered if his son had moved on with the team’s PR manager.

Luckily, after the one question about Brent, the reporter turned to Alessandro Rossi, the team principal for Lupo. “How frustrated are you that your drivers aren’t beating the Panther cars?”

“We’ve been very impressed with their results so far this season.

” He ought to be. Ethan and Luca in the same driver lineup was like putting two stray tomcats in a bag and expecting them to cooperate their way out instead of tearing each other to pieces.

“They are getting along quite well, and we see this as a long-term indicator of our success.”

The Italian was full of shit, but they were media-trained up the ass at Lupo.

The storied Italian brand had been in every single season of the series, and they were the most winning team of all time.

Recently, they hadn’t been as successful, but they’d been giving Panther a run for their money the past few years.

But, the past two races, Micaela had won. Liam smiled at that.

“Liam, do you have any comments about the competition Lupo has been bringing?”

Caught. At least it wasn’t the hard-on. He searched for something quasi-intelligent to say that didn’t include the fact that he thought he might be falling for the last woman he should have ever touched.

“I think it’s admirable that their internal driver rivalry is pushing both of their guys forward.

It was a gamble that seems to be paying off for the team. ”

The reporter went back to Alessandro. “The internal driver rivalry pushed both of your drivers right off the track in Suzuka, didn’t it?”