Moscow Mule - [Pierre Gasly]

VIII

A couple of days had passed since Azar came across Pierre. The resort in Tulum is obviously very big, and they were both staying in private suites. She didn't see him at the pool after they met the day they apparently both flew in. When he told her he would have some time off with friends, she never assumed he'd be in Mexico too, especially if they had to race in Italy two weeks after. Anyway, Azar wasn't sure if she considered it a burden or not. The couple of days she spent tanning at the pool and having fun with her friends gave her some time to think about the night they had together. The night was fun, for sure. But, it was just a night. Yasna and Daria were going to some boutiques not far from the resort, and Lucas went to a spa that was inside the resort. Azar didn't feel up for either of the two activities, so, she just took her sunscreen and her sunglasses to move outside and lay in the sun. She had taken a book with her, a bottle of ice-cold water next to her, which she would have to drink soon to prevent it from becoming warm.

Azar spread out her towel across the tanning bed, and then took her book and laid back. She started on the page where she left off, but she got distracted by the music that was playing not far from her. She looked over the top of her book to see some guys working out at the fitness area that was close to the pool. There were probably about five of them, and she easily recognized Pierre. There was some tape wrapped around his hands, and she watched as he leaned forward to pick them up. The fitness area wasn't particularly close that she could make out every move he made, but she could see his biceps bulging up and flexing when he worked out with them. Azar didn't mean to stare, but when Pierre didn't get on her nerves or acted like he was full of himself, he actually looked really nice. There was no denying that she felt physical attraction to him. She had felt the muscles he was training right now with her own hands, her own body. A shiver ran up her spine and she moved her eyes back to her book. The last thing she wanted is Pierre catching her staring at him.

Azar glanced over the top of her book every now and then, making sure her sunglasses were covering her eyes, but Pierre apparently hadn't spotted her, or he pretended like he hadn't, so he could rub it in later that he had caught her gawking at him while he was working out. He was shirtless, sweaty, his chest flushed a little red. The pump in his muscles was clearly visible, and she let out a sigh, taking a sip from her water. She decided to place her book next to her and go into the pool to quickly cool down. Azar moved to the stairs, her hair up in a bun to prevent it from getting wet. She walked into the water and made her way to the middle of the pool. A few other people were there, a family with kids, but it was nice and quiet, which she appreciated. She leaned her arms on the side of the pool, resting her head on her hands. "You're not falling asleep, are you?" Azar opened her eyes as she heard Pierre's voice behind her. "You surely have a way of sneaking up on me when I'm alone and vulnerable, Pierre," Azar replied, looking at the driver who was in the water too, his hair was wet, his skin tanned already, and his eyes looked even brighter than before.

"You're overexaggerating now," Pierre replied with a grin. "Which is something you surely have a way with," he added. "Hmm," Azar hummed, leaning back against the edge of the pool, moving her sunglasses up her head to look back at him. "There's this party tonight, why don't you and your friends join me and my friends?" Pierre asks, coming closer to her. Heat is radiating off his body, even under the water. "I guess that can be an option," she replies, feeling his hand sneaking around her waist. "Why do you try so hard?" she mutters, giving in to his touch as her legs wrap loosely around his waist, her hands resting on his shoulders. "Because you haven't seen everything of me after that one night we had," Pierre replies. "What makes you think I want to?" She chuckles. "It was just one night, Pierre. We met barely four days ago," Azar says. "If you didn't want to, then you wouldn't be touching me like this," Pierre replied. "And then you wouldn't have been staring at me while I work out," he added, making her scoff. "Why don't you give in to what you want?" Pierre asks. "Because I'll take your heart and crush it," she said. "But if that's what you want..." her sultry eyes gazed into his.