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require me for that.”
    It was on the tip of his tongue to speak the truth. To tell her he had it covered. But better sense refused to allow him to send her away. Everything in him screamed to pull her closer, not push her off.
    “A second set of eyes is always good.” He smiled. “It’s cool to have someone to talk this stuff over with. It’s been on my mind a lot lately, but most of the other guys aren’t into pie-in-the-sky crap. And Eli’s been…preoccupied.”
    “I bet.” She chuckled, a rough yet lyrical sound that had him half-hard in an instant. He’d like to believe it was the lingering effects of the Hot Rod’s recent experimentation affecting him, but he knew as much as those memories riled him, something about Ms. Nola Brown ticked all his boxes. “All right, then. I’d be glad to help. But I will include my assessment in the email summary Eli requested. It wouldn’t be right for me to act like I’m more than an assistant here.”
    Kaige’s chest puffed up, despite his best attempts to let her authentic admiration roll off his back. It felt too fucking amazing to think he might have gotten something right for once. “I think we’ve done enough damage in this piece-of-shit office for one day. How about we go for a ride and I’ll show you some of the prototypes I laid out in these documents?”
    Mostly he wanted to feel the wind in his hair and share a ride with a pretty lady.
    Two of his favorite things in the world.
    “Um…” She glanced at the clock then to the heap of notes she’d taken during their session. Sure, if she left now she could write up her report and have it to Eli before the end of the day, but he didn’t think she was averse to long hours. Neither were the Hot Rods.
    So what was holding her back?
    Maybe she too felt the electricity zipping between them. Otherwise, she wouldn’t hesitate to occupy the same space a little longer, he guessed.
    “Chicken, Nola?” He couldn’t help but goad her.
    She’d flashed her cutthroat streak several times today when facilitating a way for them to crush the competition. Not through sneaky tactics. Simply by being superior to other outfits in the area. With integrity and hard work, she’d make them winners.
    He liked that side of her a hell of a lot.
    “Of course not. I assume you actually know how to drive these monsters you make.” She sniffed and stood. “Why don’t you start by showing it to me?”
    He took the somewhat-valid excuse of the occasionally slick floor to rest his hand on her lower back. She fit really well in his hold. Nice enough that he imagined what it would be like to wrap his hands around her waist as he sank into her from behind. Her ass would be on prominent display, cushioning him as he plunged into her as deep as possible.
    Broken from his daydream when they reached his car, he shook his head, liking the weight of his dreads as they tumbled around his face. Nola didn’t mind his unusual hairstyle either if her fascinated stare was any indication.
    She blinked a few times then turned her attention to his ride, as if that were any less mesmerizing. At least to him. He could stare at Nola’s reflection in the flawless finish all day long. Green tint or not, she was gorgeous.
    “So why this car for you?” Nola skimmed her fingers along the curve of the side mirror, one of his favorite features in the sculpture of his automobile. He appreciated the reverence in her light touch. If anyone else had marred the perfect shine, he might have gotten pissy.
    Watching her admire his ride somehow felt nice.
    Like she approved of his selection. Almost as if she touched part of him.
    “I got kind of lucky, actually.” He leaned a hip against the front quarter panel, prepared to describe his find of the century. Until something wicked dared him to take a chance. “I’ll tell you the story if you go for that ride with me.”
    “Huh? Now?” She looked around the garage, toward the impromptu conference room as if