Sparks fly when country singer Mikaela Hunter meets NASCAR driver Ryan Blaney.
Mikaela should be on top of the world. She won American Idol and is now living her dream as a Nashville recording artist. However, she can't let go of the past and the d...
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Ryan's POV
We got through the meeting detailing the specifics of what was planned for Mikaela and myself. Between the shoot for the video and recording several promos that would air in the fall, it was going to be a busy week. In addition, Mikaela would be my guest for the next few races. Not exactly a hardship to be spending all of this time with a beautiful woman. I just hoped that reports of her attitude were false.
Our portion of the meeting had wrapped up and now they were getting into the business side of things that didn't involve Mikaela and me, so it was suggested that we go out and have lunch together and get to know each other.
As I led Mikaela out of the building to my truck. I couldn't help but check her out. I was right about her having a body that could stop traffic. Now I had gotten the full view of it, and my own body couldn't help but respond.
She was tiny. I'm not a big guy myself, but walking next to her, I felt much bigger. She couldn't be much more than 5 foot tall.
She had long legs for someone so petite. Her skinny jeans hugged her curves and black high heeled boots showed off her legs and world class ass to perfection. A white low cut, fitted top showed off a tiny waist and sweet Jesus, at least a D cup under her shirt. This girl was smoking hot! I was instantly attracted to her.
"What do you feel like eating?" I asked her.
"I could really go for a cheeseburger and fries right now. Like a really good homemade cheeseburger." She replied.
Luckily, I knew just the place. We made small talk for a bit as I drove, then I pulled into the parking lot of a restaurant called Downtown Cafe. "Best burgers in town. Hell, probably anywhere."
"Great! I'm starving." She said.
Thirty minutes later, I sat in awe and amazement and I watched this tiny, five foot tallish, hundred pound girl inhale a half pound double cheeseburger and cheese fries and wash it down with a chocolate malt.
We sat and talked for a bit more. She had a really cute accent and a wicked, sarcastic sense of humor. She was nothing like I expected. She was open and friendly with a rich, hearty laugh. Not at all a diva.
I learned she was from Louisiana and she was 22. I always had a thing for southern girls. Especially pretty, petite brunettes who weren't afraid of food. I was looking forward to us working together.
"Are you ready to go?" I asked, as she slurped down the last of her malt.
She nodded, then laughed. "Ugh! I ate too much. I don't know if I can move."
I laughed and held out my hand to her to help her out of the booth. As soon as her small hand touched mine, I swore I felt an electric current pass through my entire body. I wondered if she felt it too.
We walked through the parking lot, and when we reached my truck, I saw she was struggling to climb into the cab.
Before I could help her, she muttered "fuck it" and unbuttoned the top of her jeans and climbed in. I bit back a laugh. I would have loved to assist her. I really wanted to touch that sweet ass.
