What is the best job in the world?
I can tell you for sure, it's my job.
I'm a personal coach for sport athletes. It's pretty great at it selves, but when you are asked to coach an extremely attractive formula 1 driver, it's even better.
Today was my first day. I was nervous cause I wanted to make a good impression.
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I arrived at the hotel where the drivers were staying. Coaching someone is very personal, so it's important to get to know each other a little bit.
I stepped into the elevator and went to the 4th floor. As I walked down the hall, I searched for room number 145.
I stopped when my eyes saw the right number in a flash.
I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, before knocking on the door.
A man opened the door. I introduced myself and stepped into the luxurious hotel room.
'He is down the hall to the left. I'll be downstairs waiting,' the man said and left the hotel room.
I nodded softly and walked down the hall. I noticed the door on the left that was slightly open.
I should have knocked, but I didn't.
Instead, I walked in on Lando while he had just pulled his boxers up.
'Omg, I am so sorry!'
I quickly looked away and closed the door behind me.
He had one hella good body. I didn't see anything, unfortunately.
I'm just kidding, sorta.
I stood there in shock, waiting for the door to open again.
Lando had put on some pants, but his torso was still uncovered, revealing his well trained chest.
'That wasn't a good first impression,' he said as he went through his still a little wet hair.
'I should have knocked, I'm sorry.'
'No, it's okay. I'm Lando.'
'I'm y/n.'
Before I could reach out my hand, Lando already went in for a hug.
I felt his warm body against mine and I couldn't help but smell the scent of the shampoo he used.
We talked for a little bit and we immediately clicked.
