Seduced by Mr. Right by Pamela Yaye Page B

the question that had been circling his mind for weeks, the one he’d spoken to Sharleen about at length last night.
    â€œWhen is the qualifying race for the World Series Racing All-Star Race? Is it too late to enter?”
    Antwan’s eyebrows rose.
    â€œI think the race will be fun, and I’d love to work with my old pit crew again.”
    Antwan pumped his fists in the air. “Yes! Finally! I
knew
Sharleen could do it!”
    Emilio frowned. “You knew she could do what?”
    â€œHelp you rediscover your purpose in life, of course.” His eyes were filled with enthusiasm, and he was so excited he was rocking eagerly in his chair. “Being a race-car driver is in your DNA, what you were born to do, and you’ll never be fulfilled doing anything else.”
    To Emilio’s surprise, he agreed with the statement, knew in his heart that it was true.
    â€œI can’t wait to share the good news on Twitter. Your fans are going to go wild.”
    â€œYou’re getting way ahead of yourself.” Emilio stood. “I never said I was coming out of retirement, so don’t post anything online. I’ll compete in the All-Star Race, and if I place in the top three, I’ll evaluate my options.”
    â€œYou’ll win. You always do. Hell, they should just give you the trophy now!”
    The men chuckled, then spent the next few minutes discussing the All-Star Race.
    â€œGet in touch with your old pit crew,” Antwan advised. “You haven’t been to the track in years, and it’s going to take a while for you to get your skills back, so the more practice the better.”
    â€œThanks, Dad,” Emilio joked, pulling his car keys out of his back pocket.
    â€œWhere are you going? I haven’t told you about negotiations with Nike—”
    â€œAnother time. I’m meeting Sharleen at three thirty, and I don’t want to be late.”
    Antwan’s face fell, but he quickly recovered and nodded his head.
    â€œLet me know when the contracts are in. We can review them together.”
    â€œI will. Give my regards to Sharleen,” he said quietly. “Have fun.”
    You can count on it,
Emilio thought, slipping on his sunglasses as he exited the office.
I’m spending the afternoon with a vibrant, vivacious woman, and one day soon she’ll be my girlfriend.

Chapter 9
    T he sleek black helicopter climbed high above the trees and headed toward Atlanta. Sharleen wondered which one of Emilio’s obscenely rich neighbors owned the gleaming chopper. Uncomfortable in confined spaces, she couldn’t imagine ever being inside such a small aircraft, but suspected the view from above was breathtaking.
Probably,
her inner voice conceded.
But nothing beats spending the afternoon with Emilio.
    Sharleen jogged beside Emilio on the winding trail, awed by the beauty around her. The air was perfumed with the scent of plants, exotic flowers and sweet-smelling herbs.
    Pressing her eyes shut, she inhaled the fresh air. A sense of calm washed over her, instantly relaxed her. She loved feeling the sun on her face and the wind in her hair. But what she enjoyed most about being in Greensboro was hanging out with her favorite client.
    Emilio is more than just a client
.
You like him more than you’ve ever liked anyone, and if he kissed you, you’d probably die of pleasure!
    Stealing a glance at him, she felt her heart murmur inside her chest. Athletes had always been her weakness, and the tall, wickedly handsome race-car driver was everything she wanted in a man. The realization stunned her, but deep down in her heart she knew it was true. Her gaze slid down his physique. His fitted white T-shirt and black athletic shorts showcased a flat stomach, toned biceps and muscled legs. But it was his smoldering gaze that made her head spin time and time again. He had his nephew’s face tattooed on his left biceps, and the adorable image made her smile.