No sense in beating around the bush. “About you getting upset last night. I was just trying to do the right thing. Make sure you didn’t have any regrets this morning. But it seems like we both do.”
“I’m sure you were right,” she said carefully.
“Maybe I should have trusted you to know what was right for you and we should have gone forward with it and had wild, boot-stomping sex.” He hadn’t intended to say anything like that, but the very idea of Imogen trolling the gym for other drivers, following some goddamn manual to win a man, had his skin tight and his gut twisted in knots.
“Maybe we should have,” she said with the honesty he appreciated in her. “But it’s irrelevant at this point. I think, unfortunately, when two people rush the traditional mating process, it results in awkwardness whether there was any extreme physical relationship or not. I don’t see where we could go forward in any capacity now that there is confusion and reservations on both our parts.”
Damn, her logic turned him on. Every time Imogen started in on one of her declarations of how it had to be, he got hard as a rock, and determined to prove her wrong.
“I don’t have any reservations. I still want to peel your clothes off and make love to you all night long, just like I did yesterday.”
She cleared her throat and Ty grinned.
“Can you give me a brief overview of the history of stock car racing and how the season works?”
He blinked. That wasn’t quite the response he’d been hoping for. “Come again?”
“I’m trying to learn about the sport, and I assume you’re a reliable source.”
So she could woo some other driver with her knowledge about his job? Ty felt the muscle in his jaw twitch.
“Why, of course, gorgeous. Why don’t you meet me at my house for a drink, and I’ll teach you anything you want to know.”
He may not have a fancy degree from some university but there were two things he considered himself an expert in—stock car racing and sex.
And she was going to get both from him.
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER SIX
IMOGEN didn’t know what in the world she was doing driving over to Ty’s house in her ancient and temperamental car. But she hadn’t been able to say no.
It had surprised her when he had called. For some reason, she had thought, regardless of what he’d said the night before, that they were done. He wasn’t going to want to see her again. That she had bungled the situation too badly and he was going to decide she was more work than was worth it.