[chapter eleven]
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~Madelyn's POV~
I don't know why he's bringing up Martinsville when he so clearly doesn't want to talk about it.
Maybe we should just say our pieces, and get over it.
I mean, it was nothing.
Right?
Right.
**flashback**
Ohgodohgodohgod.
We should really not be doing this.
This really isn't professional, Madelyn.
But god, his lips feel so good, and his hands, and the way he's pressed against me…
"We…can't…we can't do…do this…" I manage to stammer as he lets me come up for air by attacking my neck and suckling one of my earlobes.
"Fuck that." He growls in my ear and I shiver at the closeness of his voice, the raw emotion in it. "I want…I want you…"
"Jeff…"
"Shut up, Maddy."
And somehow, following his lead into the bedroom suddenly seems like a good idea. And stripping off his clothes as quickly as he strips off mine seems natural. And the way he's touching me…
God, I couldn't leave now even if I had the strength of a thousand men.
"Let me love you." He whispers in my ear, his fingers blazing a lazy trail up and down my exposed skin. "I want to love you…"
**end flashback**
Right.
Nothing.
Just two fucked up, lonely people who decided to sleep together instead of finishing an uncomfortable interview.
Granted, not one of my more professional moments, but god…the things he did to me…we did to each other…
I think, in the course of that night, I fell a little in love with Jeff Gordon.
Definitely not part of my plan going into that interview.
But then, he pretty much took care of any emotional connection the next morning.
But he said he was sorry.
So I should forgive him now.
Damn.