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MARCH 22ND 2022 📍FAENZA, ITALY ────────────────────────────────
Arriving at the factory after that glorious victory in Bahrain was a relief. The excitement was wearing off, the events of last weekend were beginning to become more confusing and it appeared that everything seemed a little too real to just have been a dream. Camille would've gotten sentimental upon the sight of the entire team as she showcased that first-place trophy in front of them all and had felt ridiculously pleased, except for that damn kiss. Every time she tried to concentrate on the team meetings - when everyone else was discussing strategy and tactics - all of her thoughts drifted in one particular direction and refused to leave.
Refused to leave in the same way Pierre refused to keep his eyes away from her whenever they came across each other throughout the day, which happened more often than either of them would like. And every time he did it, he would grin at her as if he knew exactly what she was thinking about, and every time she glared back at him, feeling utterly humiliated that he saw straight through her. He wouldn't stop smiling at all. Whenever she looked at him, she could see the exact moment when he remembered something, or when he realised something. He would turn away quickly to avoid getting caught.
She didn't know why she kept glancing at him, she didn't know where her attention went when they made eye contact, and she didn't know what compelled her heart to accelerate its pace the way it did every time she spotted his dazzling blue eyes and those damned dimples of his. God, he infuriated her. She wanted nothing more than to punch him so hard he'd be unconscious for a few days and to get rid of whatever the hell made him think she was attracted to him.
After their meeting ended, she went through some paperwork until lunch break, hoping the distraction would help calm her thoughts somewhat. Not even the conversation she held with Desiree could bring her concentration back to normal. The day seemed to drag on forever, and she eventually decided to do some simulator training to try and clear her head.
Jeddah was next on the calendar, and ever since that race in Bahrain, she had been itching to go back to racing and win again. The last time she was in Saudi Arabia she hadn't finished the race due to a mechanical issue that resulted after a collision with the wall in qualifying, but this time she didn't intend to make a similar mistake as she had the last time. Making use of the simulator, the course layout and the various obstacles, seemed a pretty easy feat. Though the real thing was probably going to prove difficult. She would have loved to win again, not only as a personal achievement but also because, quite frankly, the chance of being able to beat Pierre again in a race was incredibly tempting to consider.
The door slid open slightly, indicating that someone was approaching her. "You done?" That fucking smirk.
She grunted out an affirmative answer as she glanced over her shoulder, and she could practically see the amusement dancing in his eyes as she stood from her seat. He sauntered toward her, and as soon as he was standing next to her, his right hand moved up slowly, sliding up her arm and coming to rest against the back of her neck, causing goosebumps to rise along her spine at the soft touch.
