Lily Scott was the bane of Sebastian Vettel's life. The Ice Queen of the paddock had taken his seat, she'd taken his sanity...he was damned if he was going to let her take his heart.
Lily Scott wasn't the person the world thought she was. On t...
"For fuck's sake Lily, will you just hurry up?" Liam snapped as she put the finishing touches to her make up. She rolled her eyes. What was his problem?
They were attending the Ferrari Christmas party and she had to look her best. Sofia was bound to be attending with Seb and Lily was determined to outshine her. It was a matter of principle for her.
"Lily! Come on!" Liam growled.
"Just a minute. You men have it easy. You don't have to put in much effort to look your best."
"Babe, you always look your best. Now come on. We're going to be late."
Being late was exactly what Lily wanted. She'd had never been one for making a grand entrance but she wanted Seb to see her arrive. She wanted to make him regret choosing Sofia.
Lily stood up and smoothed down the skirt of her silver evening dress. She'd picked one of the sexiest dresses in the shop when she'd gone into Milan with Poppy the week before. It didn't leave a lot to the imagination. Covering one shoulder, the other shoulder was left bare, with a cutout in the middle of her chest showing her cleavage off, as well as a tiny glimpse of the swell of her breasts. There was a split that went almost to the top of her thigh, showing off her left leg.
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"At last!" Liam exclaimed, not even complimenting her. Lily grabbed her clutch bag and a silver silk shawl to drape over her shoulders if she felt cold.
Liam opened the door and held it for Lily to walk through.
"I can't believe you took so long," he grumbled. Lily rolled her eyes. Was he still whining?
They rode the elevator down in silence, and when they arrived in the lobby Lily marched out, not waiting for him.
As she looked around it was as if she'd been transported back in time. Leaning back against that stone column, Seb's lips on hers, their hungry kiss.
She would not think about him! She headed over to the ballroom entrance.
She felt everyone's eyes on her as she entered the room. Liam caught up and took her hand.
The room looked exactly the same as it had the previous year. The red, white and silver decorations, the sparkling white fairy lights on the Christmas trees in each corner.
Looking at the dancefloor, she could almost feel Seb's hands on her back as they danced.
Where was he? Was he even here? Had she wasted her time making herself look amazing?
Then she saw him. He stood only six feet from her, looking as sexy and edgy as ever in his tux. He was looking at her as if he wanted to carry her off over his shoulder and spend the night making love to her. No, not making love. Fucking her.
