LEIA
At the dinner, there are a few drivers I recognize, like Pierre Gasly, but there are also a few non-drivers whom I expect to be childhood friends. Charles introduced me to them in a kind matter, they asked if we were dating, I smirked and told them "no" before Charles could even open his mouth. Halfway into the dinner I ask Charles why Carlos isn't there,
"Well the plan was to invite him, since he is my racing partner, but he used to be your brothers and he knows you," he said, "And I'm pretty sure you don't want people knowing..." he paused, "That we're friends," I nodded as a reply.
CHARLES
I don't think real friends need to clarify that they're just friends every five seconds. I want to tell her that, I want Leia to know that I don't want this. But she does know and she's just playing a game, she's trying to play hard to get. As if that wasn't already established with her being Norris's sister.
She sits next to me at the dinner, so I decide to play with her too. I make my leg touch hers, starting with the knees, through the dinner I moved closer and by the end her leg was completely wrapped around mine. Her reaction was simple, she picked up her wine (she was the only one drinking white, I personally preferred red) and glared at me.
The car ride back had way more tension than the first one we took to the restaurant. I turned on the radio to get rid of the awkward silence, but Leia turned it off as soon as my hand left the dashboard. God she was relentless. A few minutes later, she thrusts her hips upward, fixing her short dress. I looked away as quick as I could, gripping he steering wheel to distract myself from my own arousal. She was going to be the end of me.
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