Fast and FuriousMagazine publisher Drake Whitley lives life in the fast lane, slowing down only to savor the finer things in life, like good Scotch and hot women. So when he drives his newest toy off the road en route to New York from Memphis, Drake is more than happy to accept a ride from a local beauty. The chemistry between them is undeniable, and as luck would have it, Bonnie Bristol is in the market for some steamy sex to take her mind off her own troubles!
But when attraction quickly turns to affection and desire becomes need, can these two turn a sizzling three-day fling into something more permanent?
by Lori Borrill
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The double glass doors read High Velocity Magazine, and Bonnie stepped from the elevator toward them, holding her finished article in her hand. This wasn't the first time Bonnie had been in New York. It was the travelling she and her mother had done with Jimmy that had given Bonnie the itch to live somewhere bigger than Dahlia, Tennessee. But this was the first time she'd come as a free adult with options in tow.
Options like setting up house in New York, if a special someone might ask.
She shoved down the thought. She'd worked hard to temper her anticipation ever since she'd called Drake and told him she'd be in town. The pleasure in his voice had given her all kinds of ideas. Bad ones. Ones that involved him asking her to stay in New York so they could pursue what they'd started back home.
It was dumb and foolish and she knew it. Definitely not the kind of thinking she'd ever expected of herself. A month ago she would have laughed at the idea of chasing after a man. Then again, a month ago, she hadn't met Drake Whitley. And though Bonnie had been casual about her reasons for taking this trip, in reality she'd needed to come here. She had to see him one more time to find out if there could be more between them or if she needed to close the door on Drake for good.
She stepped into the office, taking in the surroundings as she made her way across the spacious room. It felt like him—rugged but refined, the decor a mix of leather and suede and dark chunky wood, just what she would have expected. She crossed to the young woman seated at the desk, but before she could introduce herself, she heard the voice from the hall.
A smile spread her lips when she spotted Drake. His tousled hair was combed, and his casual jeans had been traded in for a sharply fitted shirt and fine tailored slacks.
It only made him more handsome.
Grinning, he stepped over and put a hand on her arm. The warmth from his fingers surged through her veins. In three weeks, if she'd at all forgotten how good he'd felt, it came back tenfold in the act of that simple touch.
"You look great," he said, studying her for an extra moment as he took her hand in his. He had a strange look on his face, one she couldn't quite read, but before she could question it, he blinked it off and led her back to his office.
They made small talk, Drake growing more and more distracted as she perused his office, and it began to rattle her nerves. Though she hadn't known what to expect from this meeting, awkwardness began to fill the space between them. And the more they chatted, the more she felt like this reunion wouldn't turn out as she'd hoped.
"Have I come at a bad time?" she asked, thinking maybe there was something going on here that had nothing to do with her. But instead of answering, he simply stared at her, almost as though he didn't know her.
"No, this time is fine," he finally said. He slipped to his seat.
"Let's see what you've brought."
A stab of hurt shot through her that she tried to hide by moving to the window and taking in the New York skyline. She'd feared this, the reality that what they'd had back in Dahlia wouldn't translate to Drake's world. And now that she was here, facing it head-on, she wondered what she'd been thinking. She was obviously making him nervous, which wasn't at all the warm reception she'd hoped to find. He must have seen an expectation in her eyes that unnerved him, and now he was fumbling, trying to figure out how to let her down easy.
And if that was the case, she needed to pull herself together before she butchered her pride.
She reminded herself that in the end, this was for the best. If she hadn't come back here to see for herself, she would have spent countless months—maybe years—wondering if something could have developed between them. So while this might be crushing now, at least she could bring closure and move on. Because looking at him behind that big walnut desk, it all became clear as crystal.
What they had back in Tennessee was done and gone.
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