"Then maybe you should prove that to her, instead of me."

"I'd much rather prove to you just how much fun I can be." He grinned and that adorable dimple popped in his cheek.

I sighed and looked at my backpack full of books, knowing that I had a project due next week. Instead, I said, "Sure, just let me get a quick shower." I held up my hand when he took a step forward. "Alone. The TV remote is on the coffee table there." I pointed to the glass table in front of the sofa. "If Jules comes in while I'm in the bathroom, try not to let her scare you off. She can be a little much sometimes," I giggled.

"Sweet cheeks, it takes a lot to scare me off. You forget; I live that shit every day." He was right, how could I forget. There was just something about him, which made me forget, that he's this major, rock star.

Levi

"Tell me again why we're here." Peyton was staring at a sign that read, 'Olive Branch Speed Track.'

"I thought we'd go a few rounds before we head back to my place." I revved the engine of my Camaro to get my point across. She flashed me a smile that was as bright as the sunshine.

"Really? I've always wondered what it would be like to drive 200 mph in a circle. I watch Nascar every chance I get." She wasn’t only beautiful; she also enjoyed my favorite past time. One of our label executives introduced us to this particular past time when our first album hit number one. I came here as often as I could when I was home. Something about racing around the track at a high rate of speed, gave me peace. I knew that probably sounded strange, but it worked for me. I pulled my car around to the office and shut the engine off.

"I thought we were going out onto the track." She commented with confusion, her cute little brows crinkled in the center. Damn, Peyton was cute.

"We are sweet cheeks, but not in this car. Come on, and let's get suited up." I took her hand and pulled her into the office, where Chuck greeted me with a grin and his signature cigar hanging out of the corner of his mouth. He shoved a clipboard at me, we signed the wavers, and he let me take over, because I'd done this so many times. I fitted us both in jumpsuits and helmets and grabbed the key to number three. I always drove that one, because Dale Earnhardt was always my favorite driver, it would just feel wrong to drive a different one. After I made sure she was all buckled in, I pulled onto the track and watched the light up ahead.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Her eyes were as big as saucers, hands pressed hard into the harness that was wrapped around her sexy, little body.

"You picked this moment, now that we're actually on the track, to panic?"

"I'm not panicking. It's just; I think reality just set in that I'm about to fly around this track at the speed of sound. You know, I have goals for my life, and none of them include me being plastered on the race track at Olive Branch." She swallowed hard and licked her full, pink lips.

"Trust me?" I flashed her a smile.

"I barely know you!"

"You're not much of a risk taker, are you?" I asked. I couldn't believe I was paying thousands of dollars for a short ride around the track and we were sitting here discussing her trust issues.

"I took a risk once, it didn't work out so well." She looked down at her hands, where her knuckles had since turned white from her death grip and dropped them to her lap.

"You know what? Just do it!" she squealed and pinched her eyes shut.

When the light turned green, I gunned it and heard Peyton shriek from her seat beside me. I couldn't help but smile. I shifted through the gears as we made our way around the track. I snuck a quick glance at Peyton and my heart warmed at the sight. She was smiling ear to ear and enjoying this just as much as I was.

Finally, the light changed to yellow, then to red, letting me know our time on the track was up. I pulled the car around to the pit stall, so that they could service and gas it up for another time. I slipped out of my harness and made my way around the car, where there was already an attendant from the shop helping Peyton out of hers. It was all I could do not to punch him in the nose, for putting his hands on her. She made her way over to me with a smile the size of Texas, and as bright as the sun.

She looked up at me through thick lashes and said, "That was amazing! Do you take all new employees on adventures like this? Is this some kind of initiation into the group or something? Am I being hazed?" She laughed and immediately her cheeks turned pink. Damn. I loved it when she blushed like that. She looked so innocent.

"The hazing comes later, sweet cheeks."

"This is where you live?" she asked. I rolled to a stop and punched in my security code for the gate to open.

"Yeah, What did you expect?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe something like Marcus Little's small country," she teased.

I shook my head and frowned. "I don't need that kind of place. I'm thankful for what I've got and the more you get to know me and the band, you'll find that we're all like that in ways. I live comfortably, don't get me wrong, but I believe in giving back and helping others as much as I can. That's where we need your help. Besides, I hear he's over-compensating for something that’s lacking, if you know what I mean." I wiggled my brows at her and laughed.

"Not from what Jules tells me. That guy's . . ." Her face turned bright red as I waited for the sentence she never finished.

I shook my head and frowned at her. "Let's just stop right there and pretend this conversation never, almost happened."

"Agreed," she said, and let out a relieved breath. "Your place is really beautiful. I love the high ceilings and the wall of windows," she mentioned. Peyton made her way over to the glass wall that looked out over the pool area.

The area that I lived in looked kind of like a resort with one large community pool. We all had private balconies with hot tubs. The best part was, the place had many movie stars, and musicians either living or leasing, so there weren’t usually many people on the grounds, other than the people who kept up the place. I walked up behind her and pressed my front against her back. Leaning in close, I whispered in her ear, "I want to kiss you, Peyton." I placed my palms against the glass wall, caging her in. She turned in my arms and looked up at me with soft, dove gray eyes.

"You had your chance last night, but didn't take it." She pressed her warm palm against my chest and pressed, causing me to take a step back. "I seem to remember something about you cooking me dinner and us brainstorming ideas for a fundraiser." She may have shot me down this time, but it wouldn't happen again. I could guarantee that.

Peyton

I sat on the counter and watched the way his perfectly toned muscles and tight ass moved as he prepared a gourmet meal for us. "Who taught you to cook?" He turned from the stove with a look of admiration on his face.

"My mom did. She used to work long hours in a medical office and I hated the thought that she had to come home to a teenager who was perfectly capable of helping her out. So, most nights when she got home from work, I'd have dinner ready and my homework finished. We'd talk about our days or watch a movie if she weren’t too tired.