Rock the Beat
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“I don’t know. It’s not so bad.”
“What?” Max bends down to look me in the eye. “Wait a minute. You like him. I thought we talked about this last night?”
I open my mouth to protest but Max’s laugh cuts me off, and I grimace before arguing. “I do not.”
I start to turn away as the heat rises in my cheeks, but he grabs my arm. “Oh no you don’t. Don’t deny it—you’re into him. How quickly you forget that I’ve seen that look on your face before. Admit it. You got a thing for him. You still want to bang him, don’t you?”
I shake my head and shove his shoulder playfully. “Maybe it’s you that has a thing for him.”
His face gets pale. He hates it when I hint at his sexual preference within earshot of others. After he whips his head from side to side, making sure no one overheard, he sets his eyes on me. “Sometimes I wish that you didn’t know so much about me.”
I grin, knowing I’m the only one who knows his little secret. “You know that’s exactly why you love me.”
He wraps his arm around me and turns in plain view of the window looking into the shop where we can get a clear view of Trip. “That’s way too much man for you, Holly. A guy like that will chew you up and spit your little heart all over the sidewalk. You need to steer clear of that tasty piece of dangerous ass.”
I roll my eyes. “Seriously? When have I ever been interested in that type?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe since high school?”
“I’m completely over Jackson Cruze, and the bad-boy type. I was drunk last night and my judgment was off. I promise I won’t be letting my guard down again.”
“Really? After one day? Why do you still have those magazine covers of him hanging on your walls?”
“He’s the hottest motocross rider around. It’s good for our business when people find out that he trains here at this track,” I argue.
Max gives me a pointed look. “Keep telling yourself that, Blondie.”
I shrug his arm off my shoulder. “Ugh. Whatever. Let’s not talk about Jackson anymore.”
He smirks. “Why? Got your eye on someone new?”
“I told you, I don’t like him!” I gesture towards the window where we last saw Trip.
Shit.
At the same moment I realize Trip is gone, a voice behind me stops me dead in my tracks. “I hope you’re not talking about me. You’ll break my heart if you are.”
I could kill Max right now. I narrow my eyes at my best friend and do my best to send him a telepathic message that he’s dead meat before turning to face Trip, wearing the sweetest smile I can muster. Against my better judgment, I have to force myself to be nice to this guy. Like Dad said, we need him to like us. “Of course not. I don’t even know you well enough to not like you yet.”
He leans casually against the doorframe that leads inside the office. The rickety screen door is propped open with a red brick to allow more airflow into our hot-as-hell office, giving me a full view of Trip and that mouth-watering body of his. I jerk my eyes off his chiseled, tattoo-covered biceps and he chuckles. Damn it. He caught me looking. I have got to get his sexiness out of my mind.
Trip’s eyes flit to Max, like he’s testing to see if my gay best friend is my actually my boyfriend before deeming it safe to turn his heated gaze in my direction.
I glance over at Max and he holds up his hands, indicating he has no ties to me as Trip stares him down. Trip shifts his heady gaze from Max to me. “Well, I’m all for rectifying that problem.”
I shake my head. “You don’t take no for an answer very well, do you?”
“Not when it comes to something I want.”
I laugh. “And I’m guessing I’m something you want?”
He shrugs. “Maybe, I’m still making up my mind. Don’t worry, as soon as I decide, you’ll be the first to know.”
This guy does not give up. “Well, like I said, you and I are never going to happen. I’m not sleeping with you. You might as well get that idea out of your head right now. But whenever you’d like to go over the business aspects of the place, I’m all for it.”
I start to shoulder around him to get inside the office, but he grabs my wrist, halting me in my tracks, and the look in his eyes softens. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to piss you off. From now on, I’ll be a perfect gentleman. I want us to be friends.”
I stare up into his green eyes and take in his easy smile. He bites his bottom lip and all I can think about is how soft his lips were when he kissed me. I silently curse myself for thinking about his stupid mouth before I shake out of his grip. “Good. Come on, then.”
Chapter 4
Good Girls, Bad Guys
TRIP
I turn my head and watch Holly stalk off inside. I fold my arms over my chest and blow a frustrated breath through pursed lips. This isn’t good.
“She doesn’t hate you if that’s what you’re thinking,” the guy she was talking to says to me. I turn my gaze in his direction and he extends his right hand to me. “The name’s Max.”
I grip his hand in mine and give it a firm shake. “Trip.”
Max nods. “So I’ve been told.”
I ask the question that’s been burning in my brain since I placed him as the guy who’d dragged Holly away from me last night. “You her boyfriend or something?”
“What?” Max bends down to look me in the eye. “Wait a minute. You like him. I thought we talked about this last night?”
I open my mouth to protest but Max’s laugh cuts me off, and I grimace before arguing. “I do not.”
I start to turn away as the heat rises in my cheeks, but he grabs my arm. “Oh no you don’t. Don’t deny it—you’re into him. How quickly you forget that I’ve seen that look on your face before. Admit it. You got a thing for him. You still want to bang him, don’t you?”
I shake my head and shove his shoulder playfully. “Maybe it’s you that has a thing for him.”
His face gets pale. He hates it when I hint at his sexual preference within earshot of others. After he whips his head from side to side, making sure no one overheard, he sets his eyes on me. “Sometimes I wish that you didn’t know so much about me.”
I grin, knowing I’m the only one who knows his little secret. “You know that’s exactly why you love me.”
He wraps his arm around me and turns in plain view of the window looking into the shop where we can get a clear view of Trip. “That’s way too much man for you, Holly. A guy like that will chew you up and spit your little heart all over the sidewalk. You need to steer clear of that tasty piece of dangerous ass.”
I roll my eyes. “Seriously? When have I ever been interested in that type?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe since high school?”
“I’m completely over Jackson Cruze, and the bad-boy type. I was drunk last night and my judgment was off. I promise I won’t be letting my guard down again.”
“Really? After one day? Why do you still have those magazine covers of him hanging on your walls?”
“He’s the hottest motocross rider around. It’s good for our business when people find out that he trains here at this track,” I argue.
Max gives me a pointed look. “Keep telling yourself that, Blondie.”
I shrug his arm off my shoulder. “Ugh. Whatever. Let’s not talk about Jackson anymore.”
He smirks. “Why? Got your eye on someone new?”
“I told you, I don’t like him!” I gesture towards the window where we last saw Trip.
Shit.
At the same moment I realize Trip is gone, a voice behind me stops me dead in my tracks. “I hope you’re not talking about me. You’ll break my heart if you are.”
I could kill Max right now. I narrow my eyes at my best friend and do my best to send him a telepathic message that he’s dead meat before turning to face Trip, wearing the sweetest smile I can muster. Against my better judgment, I have to force myself to be nice to this guy. Like Dad said, we need him to like us. “Of course not. I don’t even know you well enough to not like you yet.”
He leans casually against the doorframe that leads inside the office. The rickety screen door is propped open with a red brick to allow more airflow into our hot-as-hell office, giving me a full view of Trip and that mouth-watering body of his. I jerk my eyes off his chiseled, tattoo-covered biceps and he chuckles. Damn it. He caught me looking. I have got to get his sexiness out of my mind.
Trip’s eyes flit to Max, like he’s testing to see if my gay best friend is my actually my boyfriend before deeming it safe to turn his heated gaze in my direction.
I glance over at Max and he holds up his hands, indicating he has no ties to me as Trip stares him down. Trip shifts his heady gaze from Max to me. “Well, I’m all for rectifying that problem.”
I shake my head. “You don’t take no for an answer very well, do you?”
“Not when it comes to something I want.”
I laugh. “And I’m guessing I’m something you want?”
He shrugs. “Maybe, I’m still making up my mind. Don’t worry, as soon as I decide, you’ll be the first to know.”
This guy does not give up. “Well, like I said, you and I are never going to happen. I’m not sleeping with you. You might as well get that idea out of your head right now. But whenever you’d like to go over the business aspects of the place, I’m all for it.”
I start to shoulder around him to get inside the office, but he grabs my wrist, halting me in my tracks, and the look in his eyes softens. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to piss you off. From now on, I’ll be a perfect gentleman. I want us to be friends.”
I stare up into his green eyes and take in his easy smile. He bites his bottom lip and all I can think about is how soft his lips were when he kissed me. I silently curse myself for thinking about his stupid mouth before I shake out of his grip. “Good. Come on, then.”
Chapter 4
Good Girls, Bad Guys
TRIP
I turn my head and watch Holly stalk off inside. I fold my arms over my chest and blow a frustrated breath through pursed lips. This isn’t good.
“She doesn’t hate you if that’s what you’re thinking,” the guy she was talking to says to me. I turn my gaze in his direction and he extends his right hand to me. “The name’s Max.”
I grip his hand in mine and give it a firm shake. “Trip.”
Max nods. “So I’ve been told.”
I ask the question that’s been burning in my brain since I placed him as the guy who’d dragged Holly away from me last night. “You her boyfriend or something?”
