The Race Director's Daughter (Sebastian Vettel)

10. Let the Wooing Commence

Surely he wasn't going to kiss her? Leah thought to herself, every muscle in her body tensing up. He moved closer, and then whispered in her ear.

"You really should be more careful lovely Leah. Next time I may not be around to catch you." Then he set her carefully back onto her feet. He released her and turned to look out over the railings again.

Seb was cursing inside. He'd wanted to kiss her so much. He'd so very nearly given in to his desires and just taken her lips, but the look of sheer terror on her face had stopped him. He wasn't a complete arsehole. He had no wish to scare her.

"Seb?" he heard her say nervously from behind him.

"Yes?" he replied.

"Thank you, for catching me I mean."

"You're welcome." He turned and looked at her, that feeling of desire shooting through him again. "Look, I'm going to make a move. I'm pretty tired and I have an early flight to Saudi. Will you be ok or did you want me to stay with you until your friend comes back?"

A look of confusion crossed her face. "Oh, I'll guess I'll be ok. She shouldn't be long." Seb took a step towards her, he bent down and gently pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"Goodnight lovely Leah. See you in Saudi." Then he brushed past her and was gone.

Leah stood there in shock at what had just happened. She'd been so sure he was going to kiss her, then he hadn't. He couldn't have gotten out of there quick enough. And he'd kissed her forehead! Her skin was still tingling from the touch of his lips. She sank down onto the chair he'd pulled out for her just a minute or so ago. What the hell had just happened?

Seb made his way towards the exit. He couldn't be around her any longer. If he stayed he couldn't guarantee his self control. He had never felt so strong a desire for a woman.

Any other woman and he'd have just kissed her and be done with it, but Leah, Leah was different. He didn't know what it was about her but he knew that moving too fast may end up spooking her and pushing her away from him.

No, slow and steady was the way to win Leah over.

Once outside he looked around for a taxi. One soon pulled up in front of him. He jumped in and gave the driver the name of the hotel. It wasn't actually that far away but he didn't really want to walk the streets of a strange place at this time of night.

He had to think of a new approach. He was more certain than ever that he had to have Leah. He just didn't know how to go about it. Maybe after a good night's sleep everything would become clearer.

***

"So what's the deal with you and Seb?" Jenna asked the following afternoon as the girls were sat waiting to board their flight to Saudi. Leah pushed her glasses back up her nose.

"Nothing. What do you mean?"

"They way he was looking at you! That was hot. He looked like he wanted to rip that dress off and take you there." Leah blushed.

"That's an exaggeration. He'd had a bit to drink. Sebastian Vettel wouldn't fancy me. I think he was trying to avoid Bella, she came onto him pretty strong."

"And why wouldn't he fancy you?" Tamara said. "You're stunning Leah. You just need to be more confident and dress like a young woman, rather than a middle aged spinster."

"Tamara's right," Jenna said gently. "You are so pretty. Your eyes are stunning. Seb definitely fancies you."

So why didn't he kiss me? she asked herself.