Chapter 221
-NUCA-
I walked out and almost lost my mind.
What the fuck was that?
No. No. No. No. No.
Short skirt.
The shortest I had ever seen on Charlotte.
Very short.
Too short.
Everything short.
So short she should get charged and be forced to remove it.
Slowly.
In front of me.
My cock stirred.
Fuck me.
Why did my thoughts always have to go to the worst places when it came to her? She was my best friend, damn it. Best friends did not walk into a hotel lobby on qualifying morning looking like that.
Best friends wore jeans. Team jackets. Things that did not make my cock wake up before I had even seen
the car.
If she bent down, everything would be on show.
What the hell? Did she check the mirror before walking out?
This was not right. It needed to be sorted out before qualifying or I would lose my shit in front of cameras, engineers, and my own brother.
Then I glared at Marco because he was standing too close to her and I was not fucking having it.
Not while she wore that skirt.
I made myself a wall between them.
She never wore this to races.
Never.
I would not be able to concentrate. She had to change. She could not go like that. I would lose it if a man
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stared, and they would stare. Who in their right mind would not stare at that ass? It filled out in all the right places and kept begging me to slap it. To grip it. To remember how it had felt in my hands while I
cked her against the glass.
“Charlotte.” I tried to sound normal. Not like this was a thing. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but shouldn’t you wear pants today?”
She looked down. “I like this outfit.”
Then at Marco, who was clearly trying to listen to as much as he could and also looked a little too red, like he could not believe she was wearing that either.
I swallowed. “There isn’t anything wrong with it—”
“Good. Then I’m wearing it.”
Fuck.
She did not even wait for me to finish.
My hands tightened at my sides.
I followed her further into the lobby. I wanted to kill everyone who looked at her the wrong way. I was losing my mind and I could not hide it. I did not even try very hard.
I walked behind her.
Blocked as much of her as I could.
When she dropped her pass I lunged for it so she would not have to bend.
A man near the guard looked for a quick second.
Then looked again.
Then walked into a luggage cart.
The cart jumped. He swore. His coffee went everywhere. He was still looking at her legs when he should have been looking at the floor he had just made a mess of.
I stared at him until he found the ground interesting.
If we had been anywhere else I would have put him through the cart.
Charlotte did not notice.
Or she noticed and decided I was being dramatic.
Another one by the doors almost missed the step. His friend grabbed his elbow. Both of them had the decency to look guilty when they caught my face.
Good. They should feel guilty. They should feel lucky they still had teeth.
What the fuck was I going to do?
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Qualifying. QI. Q2. Q3.
Could I even remember how my car worked at this point?
All I could think about was the length of that skirt and the fact that last night I had run from a dress and this morning she had brought a worse problem into public.
Crop top. My name across her chest. My fucking name big and bold on a cropped top, straight across her breasts.
What was she trying to do to me?
She even had some stomach showing that I wanted to put my mouth on. I looked for the marks I purposefully left on her. I was pissed she’d clearly covered them up.
“You’re hovering,” she said.
“I’m standing next to you. Nothing wrong with that.”
“You’re standing like security.”
“Good.”
The doors opened.
I felt the heat hit instantly. Then I imagined her sweating under that skirt.
Damn it.
A guy with a camera bag turned his whole body to watch her walk past. I glared at him until he started coughing.
“Sorry,” he muttered.
He was not sorry.
I was not sorry either.
Marco was at the car. He had moved ahead a few minutes ago to get it ready. He saw her, then me, then the space I was trying to occupy behind her, and his mouth did something stupid. It irritated me.
He looked like he was fighting for his life.
“Not a word,” I growled when I got closer and Charlotte was already sliding into the back.
“Didn’t say anything.”
“Your face said it.”
He opened the driver’s door and spoke under his breath, delighted. “You are clearly having a hard time. What’s wrong?”
“Get in the car.”
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“I’m just asking as your brother. And as someone who would like to have some fun.”
The skirt situation while she sat did not help.
I bet if I put my hand between her legs her pussy would be right there, not far from the hem. One shift. One turn in the seat. I looked at the hotel.
At the sky. At my own career ending if I didn’t get this under control.
On the way to the track, I talked about nothing.
I could not think of anything to talk about that was not change, cover yourself, come here, do not let anyone look at you.
Marco caught my eyes in the rearview and raised his brows like he was watching me crashout in slow
motion.
“You look like you need something to drink,” he said cheerfully.
“Drive.”
“I am driving.”
“Then shut up.”
He did not shut up.
“For the record,” he added, still far too happy, “I am going to beat your ass today.”
“Just like you did the last time, right?”
Charlotte looked between us. “What is wrong with both of you?”
“Nothing,” I said.
“Just one brother noticing something is wrong with his younger bro,” Marco said at the same time, which was not helpful.
There were reporters everywhere when we arrived.
That bothered me more than the lobby.
Phones. Cameras. People who could get pictures of her like that and put them on the internet next to my \ name.
I stepped closer until our arms touched. I did not care how it looked.
“Luca,” she muttered. “People are trying to walk between us.”
“They can walk around.”
I saw one man I did not know trying to snap a picture and it fucking pissed me off.
I moved toward him.
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Marco’s hand landed on my shoulder like a yellow flag.
The said quietly, still smiling for the cameras. “Don’t do it.”
I shook him off. But knew he was right. I needed to calm the fuck down.
I pulled her aside by the hospitality door, voice low.
“If you drop anything today, I will pick it up. Do not bend. I’m not kidding. Even when I’m not here. Leave it for me. You got that?”
She blinked. “That is insane.”
“I agree it’s insane. Don’t care. I’m still picking it up.”
Marco, passing with my bag, made a sound that might have been a laugh he turned into a cough.
“Need anything else guarded?” he asked.
“Marco.”
“Dropped,” he said. “For now. Your expression, though. Unforgettable.”
I went to change into the suit with my pulse going wild.
She had worn this on purpose.
Hadn’t she?
Why was she suddenly dressing like that after one night I had told her to forget? After I had spent a cold shower trying to remember how a car worked?
Every part of me wanted to put her back in the suite and take the skirt off with my teeth.
Qualifying had not even started.
I was already off the line.
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Dex Morgan
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