Fuel To The Fire (New Adult Contemporary Romance) Read Online Free PDF

staff.
    “Not to
worry Doc, nobody’s telling anyone about it,” Marco says.
    “I’m not
a doctor, I’m a nurse. And I fail to see how this is going to be kept secret
when the entire team knows about it.”
    “Yeah
but they know who to tell and who to keep things from. They all like you and no
one wants anyone to lose his job over this.”
    “Well I
hope you’re right, because if I blow it on this team I’m finished with NASCAR
for good!”
    “I know
hun, I know.”
    “Then
you should also know I’m not your hun, or sweetie, or dearie, or anything else
you might think of. I’m your trauma nurse, so let’s try and keep this
professional.”
    “Agreed.
Hey is that your bedroom?”
    “No
going back there. You stay where I can see you,” I protest.
    “Is this
for me?” he asks, returning to my kitchen with the bottle of wine.
    “It was
for Rachael, since I was sure you wouldn’t have the bad taste of coming by at
this late hour.”
    “Hey,
dial back the hostility will ya? You got my promise, I’m 100% gentleman.”
    He does
seem sincere...but a part of me wishes he wasn’t. For some inexplicable reason
I find myself wanting to be with him. Yeah, as bad an idea that is, I can’t
help what my body responds to. And right now it’s responding to him...again. I
decide to sit down on my couch. I’m suddenly feeling a bit wobbly on my feet.
    “You
okay Doc?” he asks, walking over to the couch, taking a seat at the opposite
end.
    I
consider protesting him sitting there but that seems a bit extreme since he
gave me his solemn promise twice. And besides, he wouldn’t dare come into my
trailer and take advantage of me. He’d be kicked off the team in a heartbeat.
As I sit here contemplating, I find myself sneaking glances in his direction.
He is one handsome man, especially when he’s got a week’s worth of growth on
his chin. His hair is damp and even from here I can smell whatever body wash he
just used in the shower. And that’s where I lose it. Thinking about him in the
shower. Dammit, if he would have just waited till after he comes over to shower
I wouldn’t be thinking about his naked hard body right now. Two glasses of wine
don’t help my ability to resist either. I rarely drink at all, and having two
glasses of some strong wine is really catching up to me. I turn my body to
where my knees are pointing in his direction. Big mistake. The short flimsy
skirt I’m wearing decides to ride three quarters of the way up my thighs and it
turns into a micro mini in the blink of an eye. This is not how this is
supposed to be going.
    Of
course the move is not lost on Mr. “I’ll be the perfect gentleman”, either. He
shifts to face me as well. Now our knees are only a couple inches from each
other and I can almost feel the electricity between us. This is not good.
    “So what
brings you by?” I ask, for lack of a better thing to say.
    He sets
his empty wine glass on the coffee table. “How do think I ran today?” he asks.
    “I
really don’t remember, actually.”
    “Are you
normally this detached?” he asks.
    “Hmm...I
don’t know, never really thought about it.”
    “Right.
I think you usually pay attention but today was...how shall we say...it was
rather unforgettable, don’t you think?”
    “I think
you’re under a lot of stress Marco, and that’s affecting your concentration and
your ability to function behind the wheel. You have a lot riding on these next
few months, yes?”
    “That’s
pretty much it. Just before my doctor sprung me, my crew chief and my primary
sponsor Enzo, from Red Bull Italy, came by.”
    “That
can’t be good.”
    “No, it
wasn’t. If I want to race next year for Team Panata, the team that carries my
freaking name, if I don’t wanna lose my ride next year, I have to either place
top ten in points or win at Daytona.”
    “How are
you doing in points?” I ask.
    “Too far
off to make it unless I win every single race for the remainder of the