Full Throttle

Hello, You

Warning: this chapter contains mature themes (NSFW).

I'd cried saying goodbye to my dad at the airport. It was the first time I'd cried about leaving him since Formula 3. It was strange, but I guess you couldn't blame me. The flight wasn't too bad. I'd slept on the way because it was a late one and got to the hotel at a decent enough time. The room was very pretty, and the bed was so comfortable I could have stayed in it forever. However, unfortunately, I did have to get up for track walk. I met Lando and Carlos in the lobby of the hotel and we walked to the track together.
"It's so weird that this is the second last race of the season," I said.
"Your rookie season is almost over! It's so exciting," Carlos said happily.
"It's gone so quickly."
"Hasn't it just?" I agreed with the fellow Brit.
"Oh, you guys, lighten up!"
"I am light!" I scanned myself into the Paddock and waited for Lando, who was behind me.
"Chica, this has been one hell of a tough season for you. You deserve a break. And Lando, my muppet friend, the season isn't over yet, you still have time with me."
"Oh, shut up, Carlos," Lando said, playfully pushing his teammate.
"You guys have like, the best friendship on the grid. You know that, right?"
"We know. Hey, Jessie, do you know who that is?" Lando asked, pointing in front of us.
"Know who- JULIEN!" I ran into my boyfriend's arms, felling myself be picked up and swung around as I held my arms around the back of his neck. He put me down and I leaned up to kiss him.
"What're you doing here?"
"I thought I would surprise you, seeing as we haven't seen each other in a while."
"Oh, I'm so happy that you're here! Oh, sorry, right, this is Lando Norris, and this is Carlos Sainz."
"Nice to meet you," the two McLaren drivers said, shaking his hand in turn.
"Come on, I've got to show you around. I'll see you guys later! Come on, let's go." I pulled him by the hand towards the Toro Rosso motorhome, where Katie was conveniently in the main area.
"Kate! This is Julien, Julien this is Katie, she's my Media Relations Advisor, A.K.A, a very important person."
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you," she said, shaking his hand.
"You, too."
"What media stuff do I have today, by the way?"
"Just the usual interviews and signings and stuff. We need you to sign some merch as well, so, after the track walk, you'll have to do that."
"Cool, thanks. Speaking of the track walk, do you fancy doing it with me?"
"Sure," Julien said, a smile on his face.

"Where are we going? Julien! Let me see where you're taking me!"
"Not yet, mon ange. Just be patient."
"Julien!"
"Okay, fine. You can open your eyes," he said, taking his hands away from my face.
"Why are we on a bridge?"
"I want to take some professional pictures of my beautiful girlfriend." He held up his camera.
"So that's why you made me dress up."
"Yes, but also, I wanted to see you in that amazing dress," he smirked, raking his eyes over my body in the flowing dark blue outfit. It showed a bit more cleavage than I would normally allow, but the pleats and the two splits up the sides of the legs made it to die for. It really was stunning.
"Okay, for the first picture, I want you leaning on the side of the bridge and looking out."
"Okay." I moved to the railings, inhaling the pleasant breeze that flowed around me.
"Perfect," he muttered. "And now, I want you standing with one leg in front of the other, with one hand in your hair, looking directly at the camera."
I did what he said.
"And do the look. Good, beautiful. You're good at following instructions," he teased, making me blush.
"I'm just teasing, babe," he chuckled. "Okay, now, I would like you to sit on that bit there, yep, that's it, one leg straight out in front, the other bent. With your arms, I want one resting on your knee, and the other hanging from the other arm. Yes, create a triangle, just like that. Look at the camera. Okay, now look out. Perfect. Okay, now rest your head against the back and close your eyes. Mouth slightly open, that's it, amazing. You're such a natural. Okay, next one, I want you leaning your back against the railings, yep, hands there like that. Cross your legs, there we go. And now put one foot against the railing. Brilliant, just what I want. Okay, look at the camera, now look to the side, now back to me. Do the look. Great. That dress looks like it was made for you, mon trésor."
"Can I see the pictures?"
"Of course."
"Oh, wow. They look so beautiful!"
"It's you that makes them beautiful, chérie."