LUKE
I finally finish all my responsibilities for the day and drive over to the Star News trailer.
I called Jessica earlier and let her know I’d pick her up as soon as I was done.
When I turn the corner, she’s waiting for me, looking as gorgeous as ever. She’s wearing loose, washed-out jeans with a tight white shirt on top, a leather jacket, and her signature heels on her feet.
I get out of the car, but she quickly gets in before I have the chance to greet her properly outside. I get back in my car.
“You need to drive. I don’t want anyone seeing you here, and someone will certainly recognize your car.”
I do as she tells me, but as soon as I’m outside the track area, I pull over to the side of the road.
“What are you—” Before she finishes her question, I grab her face, turn her toward me, and kiss her hard.
“Greeting you properly,” I tell her simply before turning back to theroad and pulling out.
Jessica is flustered in her seat, and I smile at that before grabbing her hand.
I’ve been thinking about having a moment alone with her all day, and now that she’s finally here, I feel myself relaxing.
Being part of F1 means dealing with numerous responsibilities and tasks each day, especially during race weekend. I’m grateful that I get to live my dream, but being here in this moment with Jessica, who doesn’t require anything more than my presence, is calming.
“Tell me about your day,” I say, and she happily begins talking about the new social media strategy she’s working on for Star News.
They’re expanding into more platforms, and Jessica believes this can put them ahead of other, more traditional media outlets.
This has become her own little project, making me feel proud of her.
“I believe that this will be a nice change for us, but also for you guys, the drivers and the teams, who can have a different format for some of the content that is being produced in this sport.”
Hearing her passion and drive for journalism and how the team also appreciates her ideas makes me happy for her.
I park the car before helping her out. I guide her to the entrance of the sushi restaurant I always visit whenever I’m in Japan. I’m looking forward to being Jessica’s own personal guide whenever we travel to a new city throughout the season.
We’re shown to our table, which is located in the corner of the restaurant, providing us with some privacy.
Racing in Japan has many perks. There aren’t photographers and paparazzi like those found, for example, in the US.
This gives us more privacy and freedom to explore the places we visit. The Japanese people and culture carry a great sense of respect for others. This means we are left alone for the most part.
We order a selection of sushi before Jessica asks me how my day has been.
“It’s been busy. After the whole paint incident yesterday, everyone was a little on edge, as we don’t know who did it or why. But other than that, it’s been good. The car is slowly getting better, so hopefully I’ll get the leading spot in the championship,” I tell her, and she grabs my hand on top of the table, linking our fingers together.
“Everyone knows that you were the fastest driver in Baku. The strategymessed you up, but you bounced back already in Bahrain, and you will continue to do so.” She assures me, and hearing her confidence means a lot.
Even though everyone has been saying the same thing, it means more coming from Jessica, who’s a damn good reporter and also a supportive friend.
Is friend even the right word? It’s maybe too early to call her my girlfriend, but we’re definitely more than just friends.
Friends don’t usually give each other orgasms.
We talk some more, and Jessica tells me about her best friend, Sarah.
I start laughing when Jessica shares the story of Alexander McGregor, poor guy.
If Sarah is anything like Jessica, he’s going to have a tough time bouncing back from that.
