After graduating college and earning a degree in economics, Chase was selected to work on Ryan Newman's pit crew. While it wasn't his childhood dream to become a member of a NASCAR pit crew, he had fond memories of watching races with his parents. N...
I could hear the music thumping as I approached The Silver Buckle, a country bar near my apartment. Considering it was Sunday night, the place was jam packed! People were lined up on the street, some dressed normal like me, and some dressed in plaid button front shirts and jeans. Those that usually dressed like that were usually those that were not raised in the country like I was. They were usually the ones out on the town for the first time with some of their college friends. They usually dressed like that because some magazine portrayed that as "country attire" and did it so they could fit in. I couldn't help but laugh because in fact, all they did was make themselves stand out even further. True country folks could spot the fakers from a mile away. As I stood in line, I heard my name being called from the door. Looking up, I was expecting it to be one of the girls that I had hooked up with at some point but to my surprise, it was none other than Brinleigh Newman. Shit fire and save a match...
"Hey Chase! Come on in!" yelled Brinleigh. I watched as she leaned over talking to the bouncer, most likely telling them that I was with her.
As I stood there looking at her, I took in her outfit. Dressed in denim shorts, a tight gray tank that showed off her chest, and teal colored cowboy boots. With her hair falling in curls around her shoulders, she looked incredible. Which did nothing for my raging hormones at the moment.
"Chase Rice, don't make me come get you!" yelled Brinleigh. Ha! Like that's going to happen... Oh shit....
When she started walking towards me, I knew that Gabe had been right. She really was a firecracker. And clearly not someone to test. Deciding it was best to just do as she said instead of causing a scene on the street, I started walking towards her, meeting her half way.
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"Funny meeting you here." I said when I reached her. The two of us walked into the bar and took a seat at a table that had been recently vacated. The music still thumped, but from where we were sitting, it wasn't too loud.
"You know, it's kind of funny how you basically avoided me like the black plague at the track to only run into me here." said Brinleigh leaning towards me so that I could hear her better. As she did, vanilla and honey filled my nose and made a b-line for my dick. The brainless wonder seemed to like the scent combination. I wonder if she tastes like vanilla and honey. Seriously man?!
"I won't avoiding you." I said hoping that she couldn't read my thoughts.
"Bullshit!"
"I won't." I replied, taken aback by her tone.
"Chase, after I asked you what was wrong at the track and you went all asshole on me, you couldn't stay far enough away. Even at the afterparty, anytime I would work my way over to talk to you, you would always go talk to someone else. And don't act like I'm exaggerating. So, what's the deal?" said Brinleigh.
"The deal is, I just started working for your uncle... literally started today! And it was made very clear to me that you don't date guys who race or are in the racing lifestyle. It was also made abundantly clear that your uncle has a zero tolerance policy when it comes to anyone flirting with his niece. In fact, that's how I got this job. So excuse the shit out of me for wanting to earn a living." I said, growing more angry by the minute.
"That's true. I don't date guys who race. But who's talking about dating here?" said Brinleigh. My jaw nearly hit the floor.
"So what are you insinuating?" I asked, unsure if I wanted to know the answer.
"I'm just trying to have some drinks and maybe a conversation with someone. But apparently you have other things on your mind if you're thinking about dating and shit." said Brinleigh, pushing her chair back and standing.
Before I even realized what I was doing, I reached for her. And there it was again. The shock that I felt earlier. Only this time it was much more intense considering my little daydream in the shower not even thirty minutes ago. But I couldn't make myself move my hand.
"Please. Sit back down." I said. I watched as she wrestled with what to do, staring at my hand on her wrist the entire time.
"Look, I need this job. I have personal reasons why. When you ran into me at the track and asked what was wrong, I was having a moment." I said, still not able to let her go.
"And that fine Chase. We're all entitled to having moments. But you didn't have to be an asshole about it." said Brinleigh sitting back down causing me to lose my grip on her.
"True. And I apologize for that." I said, feeling my anger dissipating.
The two of us fell into silence then, both of us listening to Luke Bryan singing about hunting and fishing. I flagged a waitress down. When she reached us, I ordered a double shot of Jack Daniels and a coke.
"You want anything hun?" the waitress asked Brinleigh.
"Double shot of Jose, hold the limes." replied Brinleigh.
"Coming right up." said the waitress as she went to fill our drink order.
When the waitress returned with our drinks, I quickly slammed mine back and ordered another before the waitress could leave. I watched at Brinleigh did the same.
"So that's what we're doing tonight? Getting hammered?" asked Brinleigh.
"Seems like it."
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After 2 double shots of Jack, I was finally starting to relax. I found myself actually enjoying her company and not being an asshole to her.
"So, you go to all your Uncle's races?" I asked, recalling her saying that she never missed one.
"Yep. I haven't missed a single race since I turned 21."
"And how old are you now?" I asked, curiosity getting the best of me.
"26."
"Same age as me."
"Seems we have something in common then huh?" asked Brinleigh.
"Sounds like it."
"Ohhh, I love this song!" yelled Brinleigh as she stood from her chair. Grabbing my hand, she dragged me out onto the dance floor. My hand stung from the electric shock that jolted my system. I wonder if she feels it too?
As Jason Aldean sang blared over the system wanting to know why he treated his woman badly, Brinleigh and I slowly danced. Reaching up, she placed her arms around my neck and rested her head on my chest. My hands rested on her hips. Because we are so close, I found the source of her scent... her shampoo. I would be lying if I said that I didn't enjoy dancing with her. But her pressed all along the front of me was not a good thing. While the alcohol had worked in calming me and my hormones to a barley worrisome thing, her body heat only made them ramp back up with a vengeance. And that's when it happened. Before I could react, she drew my mouth down to hers and kissed me as the song was coming to an end.
