Faster Dirtier (Take Me...#5) (A Team Ferrelli Novel) Read Free Page B

mumbles, bashful all of a sudden.
    “Hi there, Alfie,” I reply, leaning down toward him. “My
name is Ace. That big lug you hit with your ball is my brother, Alec.”
    “Who’re you calling a big lug?” Alec says gruffly, finally
snapping back to attention.
    “My real name is Ainsley. Ainsley Vaughn,” I say to the
boy’s mother. “I’m one of the FullSpeed drivers.”
    “I know who you are, Ainsley,” she says, her grin widening
as she looks me over.
    “Oh. Are you guys with one of the other drivers or
something?” I ask, puzzled as to why this goddess would know who I am. She does
look vaguely familiar, but I’m sure I would have remembered meeting her in
person. Huge sunglasses obscure her face, so I can’t quite place her.
    “Sort of, but not one of the drivers here,” she laughs,
setting Alfie down at her feet. “Racing sort of runs in our family.” She plucks
off her sunglasses and sets them on top of her chestnut curls. All at once, I
know exactly why my teammates stopped to stare at her. And why she looks so
familiar. She extends a hand to me and begins, “My name’s—”
    “Siena Lazio,” I breathe, humbled to find myself in the
presence of F1 royalty.
    “Siena Davies, these days,” she winks, giving my hand a firm
shake.
    I stare at the beautiful woman before me, speechless with
disbelief. Siena Lazio—or rather, Siena Davies—is one of the most successful
women in the world of F1. She’s the daughter of the late, great Alfonso Lazio,
a legendary driver of Italy’s Team Ferrelli. She was born and raised in the
world of F1, and came aboard as the PR manager for her father’s team right out
of college. Eventually, she took over as a Team Ferrelli shareholder after her
father’s death a couple years ago. Since then, she’s been shaking things up
left and right, working to make F1 a more current and inclusive sport. She’s an
inspiration. A true rockstar.
    Which begs the question, what is she doing at our dinky
little track?
    “It’s an honor to meet you, Ms. Lazio. I mean, Ms. Davies,”
I stammer, grinning like an idiot. “I’ve always been something of a Ferrelli
fan.”
    “That’s the understatement of the century,” my brother
chuckles. “You should‘ve seen her bedroom walls when she was a kid. Ferrelli
posters everywhere. Mostly of that pretty boy driver. What was his name, Ace?”
    “You must be referring to my brother Enzo,” Siena laughs,
crossing her slender arms.
    “That’s the one!” Alec grins, elbowing me in the side. “He
was Ace’s celebrity crush for the longest time. The other girls had N’Sync
posters on their walls, she had Enzo.”
    “Way to blow up my spot, bro,” I mutter, my cheeks turning
bright red. I blush at the even the least bit of provocation, but I’m sure
anyone would be a little embarrassed to be called out on their high school
crush. And in front of his equally famous sister, no less. Of course, it would
be a lot less embarrassing if my crush had ceased to exist after high school. I
have to admit, Enzo Lazio is still my number one fantasy squeeze. Always has
been.
    “You wouldn’t be the first young woman to fall under my
brother’s spell,” Siena laughs, rolling her eyes. “He’s always been lucky with
the ladies, that one. But to be honest, Ainsley, I’m not too interested in
discussing my brother right now. I’d rather talk about you.”
    “Me?” I reply, excitement searing along my nerves.
    “You,” Siena affirms. “But why don’t we find a more private
place to chat. Are you guys busy right now?”
    “Not at all!” Alec says, clapping me on the shoulder. “Why
don’t you and Alfie come back to our place in Brooklyn? There’s a six pack in
the fridge that needs drinking.”
    “Sounds perfect,” Siena smiles, taking Alfie’s hand in hers.
“Will your team mind if you head out, Ace?”
    “Are you kidding?” I scoff, “They won’t even notice I’ve
gone.”
    “Perfect,” Siena says. “Let’s go.