Just Him ❤

13. The game.

Chloe sat on the front row with Seb's travelling crew in a seated section to her right, she could feel their eyes on her and knew she was being talked about.
"Have you seen Seb's PA today?" She heard one ask.

"I saw her as she came in." Answered another.

"What do you think?"

"I would. Wouldn't you if you were Seb?"

"I'll bet you one hundred euro, now he's single he's probably already had a crack at....." the man stopped as Chloe quickly looked at him.
The ceremony began with the Italian national anthem. Chloe couldn't help but smile at hearing the mainly male voices singing. Sitting back down, Mattia Binotto took to the stage. He started speaking. It dawned on her this whole thing would probably be done in Italian. After a few minutes he introduced the drivers and Seb and Charles joined him to a loud applause. Her stomach flipped at the sight of Seb again. Even more when he started speaking in Italian. The car stood before them under a red sheet. After a few more minutes, another man came on to the stage and Seb and Charles joined the audience. He sat down next to her.

"It's good huh?" He placed his hand on her knee for a second.

"It's all in Italian, I haven't got a clue what's being said." She whispered back.

"I'll have to give you some private lessons." He whispered in to ear. He saw her squirm in her seat a bit. He was so close to her. If she turned her head now she'd kiss him. She had on that scent he'd grown to love too. Her legs were crossed in front of her but he still could see her squeeze her thighs together. He fixed his attention back to the stage for a moment. The room went dim and a short film charting the team's history began. He took the opportunity to place his hand on her thigh while everyone was watching the film. He kept looking ahead but from the corner of his vision he saw her look at him. She removed his hand. He quickly put it back again this time sliding it up and down slowly. He felt her nudge his leg with her's and she removed his hand again. After a few minutes the film ended and the room lit up again. The noise of chatter filled the room. He turned his head to look at her, she looked straight back at him. He just arched an eyebrow at her.

"Oh, game on Vettel." She murmured to him, raising an eyebrow also, "By the way you might want have a word with your crew. They're taking bets on whether you've screwed me or not."

"I'll make sure to speak to them." He said laughing. "So, your move I believe." He said standing as he was called to the stage with Charles for the car's unveiling.

~*~

The room they were in later was quite crowded. People stood around chatting and sipping champagne. Seb and Charles were busy being collared for selfies.
"You know his crew are already talking about you two don't you?" Vanessa, Charles' PA, stood next to her sipping her champagne. She was referring to Seb's crew.

"I'm fully aware." Chloe finished her glass and thought about getting another one, "They're not exactly subtle are they."

"So there's nothing going on?" She asked hoping to get some gossip.

"No. It's just how we are. He's quite flirty."

"I think he wants to do more than flirt." She grinned, "What's stopping you? He's hot, and single."

"He's also my boss and hasn't been single for very long." She smiled as he came over.

"At last!" Where's my champagne?" He asked standing next to her.

"You have a Q and A session with the press in an hour, I'd advise against champagne." She slid her hand down his back and he was suddenly aware of her giving his behind a gentle squeeze. "But you can come with me to get me another glass." She gave him a caress before her hand left his behind. He followed her to the bar.

"Enjoying yourself?" He grinned.

"Oh yes." They stood at the crowded bar. She moved to stand in front of him. Her behind pressed against his front. She slowly moved her hips to brush against him. She felt his hands on her hips, his thumb stroking in a circle on her left side. She was sure she could feel him start to harden against her. His other hand slid round to her stomach as if he was holding her in place. His left hand squeezed her hip. He heard her ask for two glasses of champagne. She allowed herself a small smile as she turned around in front of him, still pressing slightly against him. "Seb, you look a little flushed, maybe you shouldn't have this glass." She bit her bottom lip.

"You know exactly what you're doing don't you." He took a glass from her, stepping back a bit before people started noticing how close they were.

"Payback Vettel." She eyed him over her glass as she drunk out of it. "You can't sit there stroking my thigh and not expect to get away with it." She started to walk back to where Vanessa stood, brushing against him as she did so. "Ooops." She bit her bottom lip again. Returning to Vanessa and Charles, several people had gathered and they were all in conversation. She had to stand close to Seb, slightly in front of him. She'd finished her second glass of champagne quickly, earning her a look from Vanessa. She stepped back against him again. His suit jacket was open allowing her to brush against him a bit more. She felt his fingers slip down her spine. Feeling brave as the champagne went to her head she reached round behind her. Her hand made contact with Seb's left hip. She felt his posture stiffen a bit. His fingers still brushing against the right side of her behind. Her mind was buzzing. Should she or shouldn't she? Yes they were flirting like mad with this physical game of dare he'd started. But should she? Would this be too much and cross the line? They were surrounded by people. She moved her left hand, allowing it to brush over the front of his trousers. He caught her wrist. Yep. Too far.

"We need to go. I have to get changed for the Q and A session." He released her wrist, "Come on." He turned and walked away. She had no choice but to follow. Her stomach dropped. Had she pissed him off by taking their game too far?