adrenaline rush from being behind the wheel and opening up like this was nearly overwhelming. It was addicting and habit-forming. I could do this every day and never get sick of it.
We finally hit top speed and I started shifting down to bring her back down. I knew she was happy with me and looking at the expression on Tanner’s face, so was he.
We were finally back down to about 50MPH when he turned to me with a mischievous gleam in his hazel eyes.
“So, why don’t you turn around and do that again… like you mean it this time.”
I couldn’t stop the loud laughter that bubbled out of my mouth.
“Hey, I just didn’t want to make you piss your pants or anything. If you want the real deal, I’ll give it to you,” I quipped.
“Oh, you can give it to me anytime, sweetheart.”
The sexual promise in his voice made butterflies crop up in my stomach. He made me more nervous than a big race and I didn’t know why.
“Well, I hope you’ve got a spare pair of panties, mister,” I teased, turning the car around and bringing it to a stop.
“So, I think the specs say this thing can get from 0 to 60 in around five seconds. Wanna test that out?”
Tanner grinned, pulling his cell phone out of his jacket pocket. He pulled up his stopwatch app and looked over at me.
“Way ahead of you. On your mark, get set…” He paused for a long moment; my body was already ready, the Jag was ready for her test and he was teasing us.
I cast an exasperated glance in his direction, clearly saying ‘don’t tease me about this right now, just say go’. He snickered and turned his eyes back to his phone.
“Go!”
I floored it, shifting up again and again. The needle inched toward 60 and Tanner’s eyes flicked back from the speedometer to the phone and back again.
“Come on sweetheart, you can do it,” I cooed to the car.
“Time!” I shouted, still accelerating, trying to see how long it would take me to get to top speed.
“4.9 seconds. Not bad at all,” he answered with a grin.
“Was there ever any doubt?”
“Not even for a moment. I believed you knew what you were doing.”
Again, we were pushing 100 and still climbing. It was the most exhilarating feeling.
I raced down the road like it was a real event. I didn’t know why I felt like I had something to prove to him, but I did. I wanted him to respect me. I’d never been able to show off my talents to anyone that wasn’t a competitor. Marilee knew about my racing, but she never wanted to go to any of my races, she said that she would be too nervous. I teased her about it occasionally, but she never budged.
As much as I loved racing, I always wanted someone to share it with. It was so hard to be so passionate about something and have to keep it a secret.
Sometimes my parents tried to give me a hard time for not being more socially active. I wanted to scream at them. I had my hobbies; they weren’t hobbies that my parents approved of, so I had to keep them to myself. That didn’t mean that I was free to parade around like their little trophy. I had my own things to do and it seemed like they were never going to understand that.
We topped out again and Tanner actually gave me a little bit of applause. I didn’t know if it was mocking or genuine, so I didn’t say anything.
“You deserve this car a hell of a lot more than I do. I love fast cars, but you could out-drive me any day of the week.”
I grinned from ear-to-ear. Most men would never admit to something like that. I’d been made to feel inferior so many times by men that thought they had an advantage just by virtue of having a Y chromosome. The fact that Tanner wasn’t like that, that he was willing to readily admit that a woman could best him at something, only made him more endearing to me.
I didn’t really know how to react to him. I wanted him, but I knew it was something that I shouldn’t even consider.
Regardless, I was suddenly aware of how close we were to one another and though I
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