Luke flies past the first sector, with a purple time turning up on the screen. That means he’s been the fastest driver in that sector today. He keeps the pace up, and the margin is close when he completes the second sector.
He receives a green time, meaning someone else has driven that sector faster than him, but he’s still in contention for pole position.
When Luke crosses the finish line, he moves straight to P1, the best position possible in qualifying. I’m waiting for the other drivers to finish their laps before relaxing.
I’ve secured myself a favourite driver for thisseason, and when all the other drivers complete their laps, Luke is the one who stays on top of the board.
Although I know he probably won’t look at his phone, I still send a text congratulating him.
The paddock is buzzing with excitement.
The golden boy is on top.
Our team can’t get an interview with Luke because he’s the centre of attention, but we do manage to get one with Peter. He keeps glancing over at where I’m standing with Molly, but I keep my focus on my beautiful notepad and start writing my to-do list for the evening before tomorrow’s race.
Molly sighs beside me, looking over at Peter.
“He’s so good looking,” she says quietly. Peter is a handsome man with dirty blond hair and a bright smile that he often uses to win over the ladies.
He looks every bit like the surfer boys you see in Australian TV shows, with tan skin and bright smiles, but his looks don’t make my heart race like the man who just texted me back.
Luke:Thanks babe. Hopefully, Peter the stick doesn’t bother you and asks for your number again.
I look up and around, but I can’t see Luke anywhere. I smile down at my phone.
Jessica:I only have eyes for one driver.
Luke:One lucky driver, that is.
When Peter finishes his interview, he comes over to where Molly and I are standing.
“Hello, ladies. Would you like to join me for a celebration drink later this evening?” I cringe at his comment.
Celebration drink?
He just drove into a P4 position, making it harder for him to keep the lead, but it seems like the only thing that matters to him is celebrating a mediocre result.
Molly perks up beside me, but I jump in before she has the chance.
“I’m so sorry, Peter, I’m all booked with work this evening, but I’m sure Molly here would love to keep you company.” She looks at me with wide eyes, clearly hesitant to go alone.
I offer her a reassuring smile, and they waltz off. I watch them go, wondering what the rules are when it comes todating drivers.
Does it matter?
Is it against any rules?
I didn’t thoroughly research this before coming here.
I wasn’t exactly preparing to go on romantic dates or get fingered to orgasms in cars during my internship.
That memory makes my skin tingle.
I feel arms wrap around my stomach, and Luke nuzzles into my neck.
“Hey, beautiful.” He kisses my cheek, and I feel myself burning up, both from the memory of last night and his presence.
He steps back and stands in front of me, looking a little puzzled at me.
