I smile to myself, wondering what kind of flowers a girl like her would prefer.
Chapter 4
JESSICA
I stare in disbelief at the bouquet of red roses that has been delivered to our bus.
“Are you sure these are for me?” I ask the delivery guy.
“You are Jessica Edwards, yes?” he asks. I nod.
“Then, they’re all yours.” He turns and leaves to deliver the rest of the mail from his golf cart.
It’s incredible experiencing the world of F1 and how we essentially have everything we need inside the paddock, including a mail service.
I take the roses with me inside the trailer, which houses all the Star News staff. I go into my bunk and look for a card. Tucked into the bouquet, I find a small, folded card.
Hopefully the next time I run into you, you’ll end up falling into my arms
?L
Oh my god. I can’t believe him.
First, how cliquey can he be?
Red roses, check.
A cheesy line about me falling for him, check.
A small letter to show that, of course, I know who the superstar is, check.
It’s not like I get lots of roses from other guys with names starting with L, or any other letter for that matter, but still.
I sigh and look at the flowers.
Should I toss them in the trash?
Go find a vase to put them in?
Will the others wonder who sent them?
Maybe they’ll think I have a boyfriend back home who misses me.
I decide that a perfectly fine bouquet of red roses shouldn’t end up in the garbage, at least not on the first day, and I go looking for something that resembles a vase.
I put the flowers in a water carafe and shake my head, not quite understanding Luke Hastings.
He seemed so annoyed with me, oozing ego and attitude. He was pissed and angry at us or something else, I don’t know, but he didn’t exactly explain his behaviour either, so how can I know?
Then there were the intriguing eyes and interest, mixed with a mutual attraction.
When he looked at me with those beautiful eyes, I felt exposed. As if he could see right through my big girl act.
Still, I’m proud that I stood my ground. Part of me thinks Luke liked that, too. If not, why send me flowers?
Sending flowers seems like such a personal gesture, like there’s an underlying message I can’t quite decode.
I feel confused about his intentions, yet strangely intrigued by the possibility that there might be more beneath the surface of Luke Hastings.
