Reckless Curves Read Free

stomach clenched as if I’d just been punched. Damn! I’d never had such a strong reaction to meeting a man. Much to my disappointment, he pulled his hand away and pushed up to his feet. When he stood he seemed to tower above me.
    “So, Marcy’s off having a baby?”
    “Uh…what? Marcy?” When my brain finally decided to function again, I realized just how stupid I sounded. “Oh, Marcy. Yeah, her doctor said she has to stay off her feet, so I’m afraid you’re stuck with me as your account rep for at least the next few months.”
    He smiled again and I had a genuine fear that I might just melt into a puddle right in front of him. “Well now, I don’t think it will be such a hardship to see your pretty face around here.”
    Pretty face? The man had a smile that could light an ice cube on fire and if I hadn’t known better, I would have sworn he was flirting with me. That couldn’t be of course. I mean, while I’d decided to dress up, despite knowing I was coming to the track, it didn’t change the fact that girls like me didn’t have men flirt with them.
    Just as that thought took root, his look turned dark. “Excuse me for a second.”
    He brushed past me, toward the open garage door. My gaze followed only to land on his sexy ass, clad in a pair of dark jeans, as he made his way around the car to the open bay door.
    Tony leaned over my shoulder and whispered. “I’ve never seen him smile like that at Marcy. He must like you.” 
    I glanced up at him, gauging his comment by his facial expression. He was smiling at me, but I noted the same protective look in his eyes he used to get back in high school , usually when he was trying to keep me out of trouble. Shouts from outside brought my attention back to the open door.
    “Uh oh, Brent found Calen,” Tony groaned.
    Calen Callaghan was the newest and hottest commodity on the racing scene, a talented young driver who was exhaustively arrogant and screamed sex from every pore. I’d researched him during my flight and learned that he seemed to enjoy riding along the edge of the rules. Wild and appearing to think he was above reproach, he’d been warned by officials on more than one occasion to tone down his behavior, both on and off the track.
    Currently, Brent and Calen stood outside the door, shouting at each other.
    “God damn it, Calen, I told you about taking it down too low in turn two,” Brent yelled.
    “I was getting a feel for the track.  You told me to work it around the track and find the sweet spot,” Calen shouted. His jet, black hair flipped down into his eyes as he argued with Brent. Still bickering, they turned and headed inside the garage.
    “I also told you to watch out for that dip in the bottom of turn two, which you obviously chose to ignore,” Brent hissed as he walked past me.
    Calen opened his mouth to reply then shut it and smiled at me. “Well hello there, lovely. What’s a beautiful thing like you doing inside a place like this?” He took my hand and lifted it to his lips.
    Before I could say anything, Brent turned and snatched my hand out of Calen’s grasp. “Hands off. She’s here to get to find you another sponsor, since you can’t seem to live up to the wholesome image Family Foods wanted. So if you want your job, keep your hands off and your dick in your pants.”
    Calen scoffed. “Family Foods knew my reputation before they signed on for sponsorship. So I don’t see how my actions should factor into any of this.”
    “You’ve been told over and over that you represent your sponsors both on and off the track." The vein in Brent’s neck pulsed and I had a strange feeling of impending doom. "Getting into the pants of every pit lizard that looks your way only serves to solidify your reputation as a playboy, and playboys don’t shop at Family Food’s stores.”
    Calen shrugged. “Their loss, but I still don’t see why I can’t get to know Ms. Meyer’s a little better. After all, if she’s here to find