Chapter Sixty Five

“Hold on,” I said, stopping him before he got into his car. I plugged my headphones into my cell, started my running playlist on Spotify, and shoved the phone into my bra. Ivan watched with amusement as I adjusted it slightly. “Bras make good pockets,” I explained, hooking my headphones into place over my ears.

“Ready?” he questioned, sliding into his Mercedes and started the engine with unnecessary force.

“Ready to kick your hot, British ass? You bet I am.” I winked and started running a second before he pulled away.

“We’ll see,” he called out the window as he drove past me.

I took a right turn at the end of the street. My feet pounded against the pavement as I picked up speed, determined to win this race. Determined to have twenty-four hours of him completely at my mercy to stuff up my sleeve and whip out whenever I feel like it.

And of course, that posed the question of whether it