Red Hot! (Sebastian Vettel)

19. The Hills of Monte Carlo

A/N: I know I said I was taking a break but I'd half written this chapter and had some free time so finished it. Thought I'd post if you all.  Enjoy ❤️

Libby could barely contain her excitement as she looked out of her hotel window. She couldn't have asked for a better view. Ocean as far as the eye could see, yachts dotted everywhere, and if she looked directly downwards she could see the Grand Prix track itself.

Granted, it didn't look much like a race track at the moment, the rush hour traffic was slowly crawling along, but come Thursday afternoon it would have 22 Formula 2 cars going around it, followed by the Formula 1 cars on the Friday.

"I can't believe you are in Monte Carlo!" Emmie shrieked down the phone. "I would love to go there. You lucky bitch!"

"Get a job in F1 then!" Libby retorted. "You are trained in PR, maybe you could see if there are any jobs going?"

"Oh I don't know, I'm happy where I am. It does sound amazing though...getting paid to travel the world, getting fucked to within an inch of your life by a sexy German world champion..." Libby laughed.

"That is not part of the job perks," she said. She undid the window and opened it as far as it would go, letting in some fresh air. Then she walked back to the bed and flopped down.

"When are you seeing him next?"

"No idea. I don't even know if he's arrived yet. He went back to the U.K. to use the simulator after Barcelona. The rest of us stayed there for a few days, went to the beach, did a bit of shopping."

"Ah yes..Barcelona. I hope you helped the Weltmeister to celebrate his fourth place in style?" Libby giggled as she remembered the red hot sex they'd had back in his room after the team's celebrations had ended in the early hours of Monday morning.  He'd been insatiable, even more so than usual.  She wondered what he'd be like after a podium, after a win? 

He was also now convinced that sex before quali was a great idea after he'd qualified in fourth after their driver room session.  Libby knew it would be difficult to get time alone with him before quali every race weekend but had promised him that she'd try her best. 

She heard her phone beep in her ear. Taking it away and looking at the screen she noticed that Seb had texted. 

"Speak of the devil, he just messaged.  I'll catch you later sis. Love you."

She disconnected the call and eagerly opened Seb's message.

Seb: hey sexy lady. I'm here and horny! Seriously though, I've made plans for us...if you don't already have plans that is. Meet me in the hotel lobby at 7 on the dot. Oh and don't dress up. Casual is called for. See you later 💋

What did he mean by casual? There were different levels of casual. She texted back.

Libby: yes I'm free, what do you mean by casual? 💋

Seb: jeans, leggings, shorts. No skirts or dresses. Feel free to wear a low cut top so I can stare at your tits. Oh, and wear a jacket, just a lightweight one should be sufficient. You won't need a bag 💋

What was he up to? Libby looked at the time. Less than two hours to get ready. She jumped up and started rummaging through her suitcase, trying to find something suitable. It would help if she knew exactly what they were doing.

In the end she decided on a pair of white denim shorts and a mint green crop top. After a quick shower she blowdried her hair, leaving it down, put on minimal make up and got dressed.

She slipped on a pair of black Converse and a denim jacket. Double denim apparently wasn't very fashionable but she hadn't brought any other jackets with her. "Ah fuck it," she said out loud.