The One That Got Away (Sebastian Vettel)

11. Back to Barcelona

Mollie put on a pair of black skinny jeans and slipped on a pair of black Vans. She knew her bum looked great in these jeans. She had to look her best in case she bumped into Seb. She pulled her team shirt over her head. It was a little snug around her chest but it would have to do.

She brushed her hair and put it up in a high ponytail. It was really getting long now, she'd need a trim soon. She added bit of eyeliner and a touch of lip gloss.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked good, even if she said so herself. A far cry from the Mollie she'd been when Seb had last seen her.

There was a knock on the door.

"You ready Mols?" Cassie called.

She grabbed her bag and her team jacket and headed out the door.

                        ***

Arriving at the track they parked up and scanned their passes. They were directed to the support series paddock.  The ontrack action wasn't going to be starting until the following day. That day they would be speaking to the media, doing a track walk and first up, a seat fit.

"Remember when you speak to the press they will be asking you about Bereshnakova. I know it's tempting to say what you think Mols, but keep your mouth shut. You don't want to give her the satisfaction of hyping up this rivalry." Cassie said, joining Mollie at a table in the motorhome.

Mollie took a sip of her tea.  She didn't say a word. If she didn't promise anything, she couldn't be held responsible for breaking that promise, could she?

"Mollie. Don't even think about it. Now get your arse over to that garage."

Mollie finished her tea and began walking across the paddock. Suddenly, she heard her name being called.

She turned around and looked towards the source of the noise.  She immediately recognised the two figures heading towards her. She shrieked and ran towards them.

She launched herself into the arms of the blonde man.

"Will! Oh my God."  Then she turned and hugged the tall, dark, muscular man next to him.  "Luca! Oh my, look at you. How have you grown so tall?"

Mollie was amazed by the transformation of Luca Bonucci. He'd always been short for his age, standing a similar height to her, but now stood before her,  towering over her 5 ft 4.

"Rashford, looking good!" Will exclaimed. "We popped over, hoping we'd see you. Can't stay long but we will catch up over the weekend. Sunday night drinks?"

"Too right. I am so happy to see you guys. I'm sorry I lost touch.  You know how it is."

"So you should be," joked Luca.

"So I hear you've got to put up with my brother as your race engineer. Poor you."

"Yeah, and I'm happy with that. And shut up Will, I know you love him."  Will laughed and pulled her into another big hug.

None of them noticed Seb walking down the paddock. He'd just walked Elena to her motorhome and was heading back to the Formula 1 paddock.

He stopped in his tracks as he saw Luca and Will. And her. Mollie. For the first time in nearly eight years he saw her in the flesh.  She had changed in a lot of ways, yet she in some ways she hadn't at all.

Her figure was curvier, although nowhere fat like Elena had said. His eyes briefly moved to her more than generous breasts. Damn, he thought, before quickly averting his eyes to her face. 

She had been beautiful before but now she was far more than that. She was damn sexy and Seb found himself wanting  her more than he ever had when he'd been twenty six.

Mollie Rashford was going to be trouble. He knew it as sure as he knew his own name. She was no longer that nineteen year old girl that he'd wanted so much to kiss. She was a twenty six year old woman that he found himself wanting to fuck the hell out of.

Guiltily he thought of Elena. She would hate Mollie even more if she knew about his desire for her.  She was possessive enough as it was.

Elena and Mollie couldn't be more different if they tried. Elena, tall, blonde, arrogant. Mollie, petite, brunette, and mostly just a fun loving, care free girl.  Well, she used to be. He wondered what she was like now. 

She was bound to be different. Her accident would have changed her in a lot of ways. Did she have a boyfriend? A lover?

It's none of your business Seb! he told himself.  You have a girlfriend.

He forced himself to look away and he passed the trio without them spotting him.

He had to put Mollie out of his mind. He was with Elena. His loyalty was to her. He couldn't just go around fantasising about her main rival. And Mollie had walked out on him! She didn't feel for him the way he felt for her. What he had felt.  He didn't feel that way now. After all, he'd be dumb to offer himself to her again, risking what he had with Elena.  No. Mollie Rashford was out of bounds.

                        ***

Mollie had been a good girl. She had managed to keep from getting into a war of words with Elena Bereshnakova.  She'd got on well with the media, establishing a light hearted banter with them. She'd also managed to avoid bumping into Seb. Now it was time to go back to the hotel. Time to concentrate on tomorrow and taking to the track for the first time. She was excited.

Her thoughts turned to Seb once again. His press conference was playing on the screen in the motorhome. Her attraction to him was still there for sure. He had matured like a fine wine. He was even hotter than she remembered. The designer stubble he was sporting was so attractive, but as had always been the case, it was his eyes that drew her to him.

He had definitely toned up a lot since she had seen him last. He had sat cross legged,  his shorts pulling tight over his muscular thighs. How she would love to straddle those thighs.

She cursed as felt flickers of arousal between her legs. Damn him! Why had he ruined her for all men? Maybe she just needed to find someone who'd rid her of this accursed virginity. She knew she wouldn't be short of offers.

It wasn't as if she hadn't had plenty of guys willing to deflower her over the years. She'd even had a couple of relationships but they'd all faltered when they had wanted to take the next step.  She wasn't frigid. She just hadn't been interested.  All of them had paled in comparison to Seb.

"Mols, you ready?" asked Ash. She pulled her eyes away from the screen.

"Yeah, come on."  They exited the motorhome and they made their way down the paddock and back to the car park.