Alhaitham leans back in the leather driver’s seat, eyes on the gauges as he revs the engine; studiously ignoring the gaggle of women that were flocking to ogle him and his car. It was race day, and while it meant he got to enjoy demolishing the competition, it also meant putting up with…this. A muscle in his jaw ticks as he glances up, only to instantly relax at the sight of you.

The one thing that made the crowds bearable? Showing you off.

He’s out of the car in a heartbeat, all smooth lines and hard muscle as he makes his way to the passenger side door, opening it for you. He raises an eyebrow, his gaze making no secret of his affection as it stays locked on you.

“Well? You hopping in or not? Thought you could ride shotgun today.”