The Winner Takes It All

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"Shit." A man's voice said as I swore at the burning. I glanced up at the man. who had just made accidentally spilt the contents of his drink down me, and was met by an icy blue glare.

"I'm so sorry, I-" I began to apologise but then realised the icy blue eyes were much warmer than I thought. Damn this guy has beautiful eyes. It caused me to blush so intensely, I thought it could be seen from Mars.

Avoiding his glance I looked down at his chest, also covered in coffee. His shirt though is, well was, a brilliant white and would most definitely stain. I then noticed the massive Mercedes logo that laid across his toned chest.

Shit. I swore in my head.

I glanced back up at the man's face and felt my heart drop when I realised it was the other Mercedes driver, Valtteri Bottas. First Lewis now Valtteri too? What is it with these Mercedes men?

I realised I was still pressed up against his chest. I could feel his warm breath against my cheek and it caused me to shudder. I took a step back and he smiled at me, lifting his Mercedes' cap off his head and tucking his hair back under it.

"It's going to stain." I started to protest pointing at the big brown spillage on his top. I noticed how it clung to his lean muscles and how the material stretched slightly as he pulled his arms round to check if any had got on the sleeves. Shit, he had seen me staring at them.

"Don't worry about the shirt, I'm sure they have a few spare lying around." He chuckled and I smiled back. Duh. He didn't seem to care about the way he looked like he had just fell into a pile of mud. At least he smelt nice. Coffee. I breathed in the scent and sighed, relaxing slightly.

"At least you smell good with the coffee." I joked.

Why did you just say that?

"I guess so. Thanks for the new perfume." He said, the corner of his lip forming a small smirk.

Man, even this man's smile is gorgeous.

He glanced me up and down, smiling. Is he checking me out right now?

"I should of known. Red bull. Is this the plan to take us down?" He chuckled, his steely blue eyes meeting mine again, causing my heart to beat faster, again.

"Oh 100%. Next it'll be the race suit." I joked back at him, somehow maintaining the eye contact.

"Now that'a evil. A wet race suit is never fun. I'll know to avoid you then..."

"Y/N... Y/N Y/L/N." I said holding out my hand.

"I think we are past a handshake darling." He chuckled, gesturing at his top and the minimal space between us and I awkwardly put my hand back in my pocket.

"I'm sorry about that again." I smiled softly, unconsciously placing a hand on his chest to touch the coffee stain. It had dried quickly, either that or we had been stood here talking for too long.

I glanced down at my watch to see that there was only 10 minutes until the afternoon session and Horner was probably already looking for me.

"I'm sorry I need to go. It was- nice. meeting you Valtteri. I guess I'll see you around?"

"How about a coffee later? You know, to make up for this one." He quickly said, and I glanced up at him causing him to bow his head to avoid my gaze. "You don't have to you-"