Slipping on a black leather jacket over a clean white T-shirt, Coyote ran a hand through his tousled hair, smoothing it back as he studied himself in the bathroom mirror. He fastened a watch around his wrist—an accessory that he rarely wore, he just wasn't a watch guy, and gave himself a final once-over.Yeah, this ought to do it, he thought with a nod of approval.He wanted to look sharp for his meeting with Isabella Cruz. This wasn’t just another day—it could be the day he gets the break he needed, a shot at landing a sponsor. He gave himself a couple of spritzes of cheap cologne, stepped through the mist, and just as he exhaled, a car horn blared from outside.That must be the chauffeur, he figured. Twenty minutes had passed since he sent his location to Isabella. Stepping outside, he spotted a sleek black Ford SUV idling at the curb—definitely not from around the neighborhood.The window on the driver’s side rolled down, revealing a middle-aged man whose hair had clearly lost it

Coyote kept the devilish grin on his face, even though a flicker of doubt twisted inside him. Did I just screw everything up? But he chose to own it rather than apologize. No flinching, no retreat. She wants this, he told himself.Isabella leaned back in her chair, a slow smile forming on her lips. “Do you think you can handle me, Mr. Watkins?”Coyote’s eyes dipped to her chest for a beat before rising to meet hers. “There’s only one way to find out, Miss Cruz.”Without breaking eye contact, Coyote stood and walked around the table. Isabella turned toward him, still seated, watching him approach like prey watching the predator she hoped would catch her. He stopped in front of her, bent down, and let his hand trail down her chest before leaning in to kiss her.Their lips collided—hungry and unapologetic. Isabella kissed him back just as fiercely, her mouth parting as Coyote slipped in his tongue, tasting her, exploring her, claiming her. One hand roamed to her chest, squeezing it firml

Coyote’s eyes met hers, unwavering. For a moment, he stood frozen, caught off guard. He didn’t know what to say, didn’t even know where to start. But one thing was certain—he couldn’t tell her the truth. Not now. Not ever.“Come on! Tell me. Are you a mutant or some supernatural creature?” Isabella asked, stepping closer to him. Her approach was strategic, closing the space between them, pressing in on his thoughts. She was trying to catch him off guard—control the conversation before he had a chance to dodge it.Coyote gave her a sly smile. “Would you still want me to take you from behind if I was any of the things you just mentioned?”Before she could answer, he spun her gently around, her back against his groin. He pressed his growing hardness against her butt, and she let out a soft moan, breath hitching. He leaned close, lips brushing the shell of her ear.“Would it really matter, if I can take you from this position and work your gorgeous body like no one ever has?”She quivered

The knocking turned to pounding, like she was trying to break the door down.“Come on, Coyote, we need to talk!”He shut his eyes and prayed she’d take the hint and leave. He wasn’t in the mood, not tonight, not after what happened last night.Then, silence. For a moment, he dared to believe she’d given up.He was wrong.His phone rang, Gwen’s name flashing on the screen. He declined the call. Seconds later, he spotted her standing outside his glass window. She pulled a lipstick from her bag and scribbled something across the glass.Coyote stepped closer to read it:“If you don't open the door so we can talk, I’ll sleep on your doorstep in this cold night.”A frustrated groan escaped his lips. She was impossible, but he couldn't leave her out there all night. His conscience wouldn’t let him.He got up and opened the door. “Gwen, what do you want?”Gwen, already lying dramatically on his doormat, stood up with a triumphant smile. “I knew you were in there.”Coyote sighed, rubbing the b

“Lila, you seem to forget that you are not the sole owner of this. I am a partner as well,” Isabella cut in firmly.Lila turned to face her. “I know that—you don’t have to remind me. But I’m putting my foot down on this. I don’t want him on my team.”Coyote kept his cool. “Why are you really against the idea of me being on your team?”Lila let out a dry chuckle. “I’m sure you heard me before, but I’ll say it in a clearer way. You are a reckless driver who hasn’t raced in a year. I’ve watched you a couple of times, and every single time, you put everyone around you in danger—just because you want to win at all costs. Do you even know how many drivers you’ve caused to get injured or wreck their cars? And on top of that, you’re definitely not fit.”Coyote couldn’t deny there was some truth to her words. He had taken risks—sometimes extreme ones. But if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have won. Still, something about the way she said it got under his skin—especially the part about him being unfit.