THE EVALUATION
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“What are you doing in my room, Kade?” I demand, my analytical brain frantically calculating his proximity as I back against the locked door. “Our agreement is purely transactional. A fake relationship for the media.”
He steps into my space, his tall frame cutting off the light, eyes dark with a reckless heat that doesn't match his usual icy control. He grabs my wrist gently, pinning it to the wood, his lips brushing my ear as his voice drops into a gravelly whisper.
“The cameras aren’t watching us right now, Doc,” he rasps, his chest pressing against mine. “So stop lying to me. And stop pretending your heart isn't beating just as fast as mine.”
She’s the elite clinical psychologist, sharp, guarded, and hired to dissect the minds of the world's most dangerous drivers. But she’s harboring a dark past and secrets that could ruin her career if the paddock ever finds out.
He’s the ruthless F1 champion, arrogant, emotionally locked down, and drowning in a family crisis he refuses to let the world see. He doesn't trust anyone, least of all the brilliant woman hired to evaluate him.
To survive a relentless corporate nightmare and a media circus, they agree to a dangerous game: a fake relationship.
They are supposed to be playing a part.
They are supposed to keep their distance.
But as a shadowy predator begins closing in on her perimeter, and a midnight rooftop kiss shatters their clinical boundaries, their twisted arrangement ignites something far more volatile than a racetrack with pure desire.
In a world where trust is a liability and secrets are weaponized, falling for her driver might be her most catastrophic miscalculation.
He steps into my space, his tall frame cutting off the light, eyes dark with a reckless heat that doesn't match his usual icy control. He grabs my wrist gently, pinning it to the wood, his lips brushing my ear as his voice drops into a gravelly whisper.
“The cameras aren’t watching us right now, Doc,” he rasps, his chest pressing against mine. “So stop lying to me. And stop pretending your heart isn't beating just as fast as mine.”
She’s the elite clinical psychologist, sharp, guarded, and hired to dissect the minds of the world's most dangerous drivers. But she’s harboring a dark past and secrets that could ruin her career if the paddock ever finds out.
He’s the ruthless F1 champion, arrogant, emotionally locked down, and drowning in a family crisis he refuses to let the world see. He doesn't trust anyone, least of all the brilliant woman hired to evaluate him.
To survive a relentless corporate nightmare and a media circus, they agree to a dangerous game: a fake relationship.
They are supposed to be playing a part.
They are supposed to keep their distance.
But as a shadowy predator begins closing in on her perimeter, and a midnight rooftop kiss shatters their clinical boundaries, their twisted arrangement ignites something far more volatile than a racetrack with pure desire.
In a world where trust is a liability and secrets are weaponized, falling for her driver might be her most catastrophic miscalculation.


















































