DASH

CHAPTER SIX TABATHA

CHAPTER SIX

TABATHA

After Jackie had picked me up from the school, I dropped her off at her house. Then I stopped off at Starbucks for the biggest coffee they had, which I now know is called a vente. And I hate coffee. But it just sounded so good. Well, it doesn’t taste as good as it sounded. Plus, my tongue is numb from where I burned the hell out of it.

I make my way into our house. My parents have many houses all over the world, but I grew up in this one. The one I still call home even though I now have a place of my own. I actually just bought my first home last year. Against my parents’ advice. I didn’t want to live on campus or with my parents. I wanted my very own place, but it’s on the other side of town. And my parents’ house just happens to be five miles from the college. After the morning I’ve had, it was an easy decision.

I take off down the main hallway to head to the back of the house where my old room is located, when I hear my dad talking in his office. I go to walk past it and see his door is open. He looks up and spots me. Busted.

“Hey, sweet pea. How was your test this morning?”

“Fine,” is all I say. I’m not a hundred percent sure that I passed. Guess I’ll find out soon enough.

He lifts his hand and motions for me to enter. “Come here. I have someone I want you to meet.”

I shake my head. “It will have to wait. I need a shower.”

“Nonsense,” he argues. “You look great. It will be quick.”

I sigh but go ahead and walk into his office. I see his nose scrunch when I come up to his desk. I can’t help but smile at the thought of smelling how Jackie had described. I can’t smell much of it; I think my nose is used to it now.

I hear the leather creak from someone shifting on the couch behind me, but I don’t turn around. I wait for my father to excuse me since he finally sees how awful I look.

“What did you do last night?” he asks with a frown on his face.

“Gardening…?” I offer, remembering what Jackie had said and the person sitting on my father’s couch behind me coughs to cover up a laugh.

“Gardening?” My father’s brows pull together. “Is that some new slang for something?”

“It’s…”

He places his hand up to interrupt me. “I probably don’t want to know.”

I nod my head trying to hide my smile. He may end up reading it in the tabloids. See, my father is famous. He owns the biggest racing team in California. Formula One cars have always been his dream. He used to race them. That’s where he started making his fortune. Then retired and started his own team. Come to find out, he loves being on that end just as much as he did being a driver.

“Anyways, as you know, your mother and I have been talking about branching out,” he says with a smile referring to their company.

I nod my head. I have overheard this conversation. They want to dip their toes into other forms of racing.

“Well, it’s official. We have started a new racing team that involves motorcycles. And you are already a fan.” He gestures to my shirt, and I look down at the words DASH and frown before tilting my head in confusion. Then I hear the leather crinkle once again behind me. “See,” my father says with a smile, looking past me to whoever is sitting behind me. “I knew you would like her.” He claps his hands together as if he’s proud of himself, and I frown as the person moves behind me once again. What in the hell’s wrong with them back there?

“Motorcycles?” That’s not what I was expecting him to say.

He nods. His silver hair not even moving due to all the product my mother puts in it for him. I swear he is still a child and needs her to dress him. Feed him. And probably even bathe him. I shudder at that thought. Ugh.

“Yes. I want to introduce you to the newest member of our team.” He gestures to the person sitting behind me. “Darling, say hello to Erik Dashling.”

I quickly turn around wanting to get his over with so I can get the hell out of here. My heart starts to pound as hard as my head. I come eye to eye with those light gray eyes, chiseled jaw, and dark hair.

Memories of last night start to return. Like us making out on the pool table. Me stumbling into his room before he ripped my shirt off. Then me down on my knees before him. I couldn’t get his belt and jeans off fast enough. Those memories are making my thighs tighten.

I blink rapidly to try to clear the memories that are coming back full force.

“Hello, ma’am,” he says trying to sound formal. He stretches his hand out to me with a cocky smile on his sexy face.

“Hello,” I say narrowing my eyes at him and crossing my arms over my chest. It’s a little late for formalities.

He takes the hand stretched out in front of him and lifts it up to my hair. He pulls back and has a leaf between his fingers.

He chuckles. “Gardening? Looks like you’ve been rolling around in the grass.”

Motherfucker.

He knows. Shit! I didn’t think to look for any video cameras around his gate. I’m sure he has them.

His smirks grows as if he knows what I’m thinking.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Dashling.” I nod my head.

He gets a cocky look on his face and his eyes sparkle. “Please. Call me, Dash.”

Oh, now the shirt I’m wearing makes sense.

I nod my head once and spin around to face my father. “I need to go shower and then get home. I have homework to do,” I lie. “Excuse me,” I mumble and walk out of the office and start down the hall when I hear Erik speak to my father.

“Will you excuse me, sir?”

As I’m nearing the stairs, I feel a hand on my upper arm. “What the…”

He pulls me into the hallway and presses me up against the wall. Before I can speak, his hands are on my face, and his lips are on mine.

I try to fight it, try to push him away, but his body pressed up against mine has my legs going weak. I wrap my arms around his neck to hold myself up. My body is still sore as hell from last night. And my pussy has been wet all morning. Although I can’t remember what all he did, my body sure as hell can. His kiss is slow and sweet. He takes his time as his tongue makes long strokes.

He pulls away and a moan slips past my lips. “You taste as good as I remember,” he mumbles. “Like candy.”

I don’t say anything as I stare into his eyes. He gives me a warm smile. “You left this morning without saying good-bye.”

“If I remember correctly, we never really said hello,” I whisper.

He chuckles. “You’re correct.” He leans back into me. “Hello,” he whispers, sending chills down my body.

“Hello,” I answer breathlessly.

“I have something you might like,” he says with a smirk on his face.

“I’m pretty sure I liked it,” I respond still feeling the aftereffects from last night.

“Pretty sure?” He frowns. “Well, I will have to remind you of how much you liked it later.” He runs his fingers down the side of my cheek. “You screamed my name so loud my ears are still ringing.” I inhale sharply. He lowers his face to mine and runs the tip of his nose down the side of my face. “You fucking loved every bit of it, darling,” he growls as his hands tighten on my hips.

My body trembles. He nuzzles my hair and inhales deeply. “You still smell like sex.” He pushes his erection into my lower belly. “Like me. And that shirt looks absolutely amazing on you.”

His hands slip under the hem of his shirt I’m wearing. They softly make their way up my sides, and he cups my breasts. Thank God, I lost my bra in his bedroom. “We can’t,” I choke on the words as his aggressive hands massage them roughly.

He lets out another chuckle. “I know.” He pulls back from me and my tits instantly go cold when he pulls his hands away and reaches into his pocket. Pulling out something black that is inside his fist, he holds it out in front of me. “This is what I thought you would want.”

I look at his hand and he opens it to reveal my black panties. I gasp before I snatch them out of his hand. “How did you know?” I narrow my eyes at him.

Did he know who I was last night? Is that why he slept with me?

It wouldn’t be the first time a guy wanted to sleep with me because of my father’s fame.

He looks at me with a confused face. He goes to speak, but I hold up my hand. “I’m glad you had fun last night, but my father has already signed you, so that won’t be happening again.” I place my hands on his chest and shove him away from me.

“Wait. What?” he asks sounding confused. I go to walk away from him, but he grabs my upper arm.

“Erik, you ready to finish up this meeting?” I hear my dad ask.

He sighs as he holds onto my arm. “Yeah. Sure, Mr. Knight.” He looks down at me and whispers, “This conversation isn’t over,” as he releases me.

I take the stairs two at a time and head straight for my shower. I turn the water on scalding hot and jump in, scrubbing every inch of my body until it’s raw. He was right, I still smell like him, and I want it gone. The bastard used me. I mean, in a way, I used him as well—self-satisfaction. But he used me to help further his career.