The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 319

Victoria crossed her arms, annoyance prickling in her voice. “So when exactly is this happening? I have to work every day—I need an actual date.”

Paul’s interest in her only seemed to grow. “You’ve got a job, I get it. I wouldn’t want to drag you out during work hours. Let’s do it on the weekend, then. But you know, racing isn’t exactly a woman’s sport.”

He grinned, cocky. “Unless, of course, we use our own cars instead. I’ll find a deserted road. I’ll even give you a twenty-second head start—if you catch up to me, I’ll agree to anything you want.”

Victoria didn’t want to risk exposing herself. Once she stepped onto a real track, it was like something inside her snapped awake—every move, every instinct threatened to blow her cover.

“Fine. Whatever you say.”

She had her date, so she turned to leave. Behind her, Paul whistled, his tone light and teasing.

“See you, gorgeous. Don’t stand me up this weekend.”

As Victoria walked away, the guys from Paul’s crew stared after her. “Who was that?” one of them muttered.

“Feels like I’ve seen her somewhere before,” another said, only to get a playful smack on the head from his teammate.

“You’ve spent too much time in bars, man—every girl starts looking familiar. But seriously, that face, that body? Absolute knockout. Paul, you lucky bastard.”

Paul just rolled his eyes, spat out his gum, and popped a lollipop in his mouth instead.

“So you all noticed too, huh? Tell you what—if any of you can help me win her over, I’ll cover the team’s event expenses for the whole year.”

The team captain clapped Paul on the shoulder. “Dude, you’re seriously trying to impress a girl with a death race? She’ll probably disappear before sunrise tomorrow.”

Paul paused, the candy stick crunching between his teeth. The truth was, he’d never dated anyone—never even tried. But with Victoria showing up every day to check on him, he’d started to feel something.

Besides, what did he have to lose? A little harmless flirting never hurt anyone.

“It won’t come to that…”