Free Surge: Bad Boy Racing Romance (Fastlane Series Book 1) by Sloan Storm Page B

later?”
    She nodded, but before she could say anything, I continued, “Well, now that you’re an official member of the team, you really should hang out in the pits on race day. There is nothing else like it. I promise you’ll love it.”
    “You never quit, do you?” she said.
    “Nope. It’s not in my nature. So what do you say? You want to have some fun with all of us? Or would you rather sit in your hotel room and feel sorry for yourself?”
    Ava shifted her jaw at my teasing comment.
    “Okay,” she began, pursing her lips at me. “I’ll do it, if for no other reason than to keep you from asking me out again.”
    With that, she offered me another small smile before heading towards Darren’s trailer. As she walked away, I allowed my eyes free roam along her backside. My fingers curled, itching to dig themselves into her hourglass figure. Licking my lips once again, I watched her hips swaying from side to side and did my best to ignore the twitch in my crotch.
    “Damn.”

    AVA
    After my conversation with Dyson a few days earlier, my mood started to steadily improve. Part of it was due to the fact that once the race was over, we’d have a bit of a break before moving on to the next stop in Los Angeles. Also, in a strange way, hearing Dyson come right out and tell me he wanted to sleep with me somehow caused me to trust him a bit more.
    Although part of me still wondered if he manipulated the situation to get me alone with him, I felt as if I’d made my desire to keep things friendly between us clear. If he did have any ulterior motives and wanted to get back at me for refusing him, he hadn’t done anything yet. Until he did, I decided to leave well enough alone and give him the benefit of the doubt.
    In any case, race day arrived, and I made my way to the track to join the team.
    Just as it was in Austin a month ago, the venue crawled with spectators. In a way, all the boring time leading up to the event didn’t seem so bad in retrospect. I came to enjoy the craziness surrounding race day. As I reached the pit area, the insanity ramped up to another level. Mechanics, race officials, and VIPs crammed in every square inch of space.
    I weaved through the throng of people, flashing my badge to security personnel along the way. Not long after, the team appeared ahead of me. But just as I picked up my stride, someone called out my name from behind.
    I stopped and turned in the direction of the voice.
    Anastasia and Svetlana. Great.
    Glammed out in their Grid Girl outfits, the two women marched straight up to me. Crossing my arms, I prepared myself for whatever would happen next.
    Svetlana spoke first. “You. Girl. Do you not remember what we say?”
    I shook my head at her. “First of all, my name is Ava. Not girl . And secondly, what the hell are you talking about?”
    “Do not pretend dumb.” Anastasia said, pointing her finger at me. “You know what we mean.”
    “No,” I replied. “Actually, I have no idea what you mean. I only have to assume it has something to do with Dyson.”
    “Yes. Dyson. We warn you already,” Svetlana said. “Stay away from him.”
    I couldn’t believe the ridiculousness of this situation. Aside from our short conversation a few days earlier, I’d spoken maybe two dozen words to Dyson the entire time we’ve been in Miami. These chicks were delusional, and I wasn’t in any mood to tolerate their nonsense. Just then, Anastasia opened her mouth, presumably to continue their insults. I raised my hand, stopping her before she could get a word out.
    “I’m only going to tell you this one time. There is nothing going on between me and Dyson. I work for the team, and that’s all. The only time he and I talk is when we’re discussing team business.”
    They looked at each other and began to bicker in what I guessed was Russian. Not wishing to waste any more of my time with them, I spoke up one last time.
    “The two of you have nothing to worry about. Do I make myself