Faust briskly walked out of Sierra’s room. If only he could ran he would. Damn! He’s knees felt like it’s going to fail him anytime soon. Though he’s not quite sure if it was from the force he exerted for carrying Sierra off the floor or from the indescribable feeling left on him after their encounter.
Double damn! That’s too f*****g close!
He almost lost his restraint. He almost forgot that he can’t take her.
Never mix pleasure with business. That’s his golden rule. He didn’t even bed the women he got use for, why was he getting crazed over her future racer.
I only need her to race and lure ‘her’ out. That’s all what I need her for.
Maybe it’s their resemblance that got him wrapped up in the moment. But she’s not her. T
