The Limit (Sebastian Vettel)

12. Small Talk

Lily picked up the glass of orange juice in front of her and took a small sip. She looked at her phone that was on the table in front of her.

It was Wednesday evening in Monaco and she'd not long arrived back from the circuit.

After a quick shower and a change of clothes, she'd come down to the bar to wait for Liam, who was due to arrive this evening.

By a stroke of luck he'd managed to get a room in the same hotel she was staying in. Normally they'd have been fully booked but they'd had a last minute cancellation.

"I hope that's non alcoholic," said a voice behind her, an all too familiar voice. She turned and looked behind her. Seb was stood there looking particularly gorgeous in a pair of blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt. The jeans were quite tight and Lily couldn't help looking at his muscular thighs.

"Of course it isn't. I don't drink on race week until after the race. I wouldn't be surprised if you were still over the limit from Barcelona,"she said sarcastically before turning her head away.

Not getting the hint that she didn't want to talk to him, Seb sat down on the chair opposite her.

"Lily, I want to apologise for my behaviour in Barcelona. I was out of order. I'd had a bit too much to drink," he said. Lily looked at him. He looked sincere, although with Seb you never could tell.

"A bit too much? I'd say you'd had a lot too much."

Seb laughed softly. "Yeah, you're probably right there.  I had the hangover from hell."

Lily burst out laughing and Seb thought it was the most beautiful laugh he had ever heard.   She looked so pretty in a pale blue playsuit. What the hell was Lily Scott doing to him?   Why would he throw away his bachelor lifestyle just for the sniff of a chance with her?

"Good. You deserved it," she said.  Seb couldn't disagree with her.

They sat in silence for a moment.  Why is he still here? Lily thought.   Liam would be here soon and she didn't want any more confrontations between them. 

Seb took a deep breath, trying to summon up the courage to ask Lily out to dinner. 

"Was there something else?"

"Can I take you out to dinner?"

They both spoke at the same time.   

Lily couldn't believe what she'd just heard.  He'd asked her to dinner again. Hadn't he learnt after the last time he'd asked her?   Was he trying to get her into bed again? 

"I don't think so," she replied, to Seb's disappointment.

"Why not?" he asked.  

"Why not? You have to ask?  You've been nothing but a jerk since we met again.  You asked me out to dinner expecting to get a shag out of it.   You called me easy.  You put the moves on me in an elevator, then expected me to go back to your room.  Then you got drunk and tried to act all macho in Spain.   You tell me Seb, why would I go to dinner with you?"

Seb shook his head slightly. She was right. He'd been awful to her. Still, she took everything far too seriously.

"Lily, come on. We could have a good time, and before you jump to the wrong conclusion, I mean a good time at dinner, I wasn't trying to suggest we'd end up in bed. Come on, get to know me. I want to get to know you."

"So you don't want to fuck me?"

"Of course I do, but I'm willing to take things at your pace."

"Oh you're such a gentleman," Lily scoffed.