Sweetest of dreams

missed you

*Pierre*

I flopped down on my sofa in my driver's compartment and leaned back while reaching for my cell phone. The message from Feline caught my eye immediately. A picture and a message.

I was amazed when I opened the photo and found that she had sent me a picture in her underwear.

Feli, you little beast. She had only written in addition whether she should pack it.

However, the message was a couple of hours old and she was surely on her way. Lance had arranged for her to take a private jet to bring her here. That his father owned such a thing was kind of convenient.

I was a little sorry, though, that we had agreed that she would spend the weekend in Kevin's box. It was probably for the best, because that way there would be no rumors. Lance and I wanted to avoid those, especially because of Feli.

Not because either of us would have been uncomfortable, but rather because we both knew what the press would make of it.

Especially if it came out that we were both with Feli....

Our PR managers would surely have a heart attack if we told them about it. And it would definitely be easier for everyone if we kept it to ourselves for the time being.

Of course, that also kept her out of the spotlight, because we'd both been in the business long enough to know how difficult it was for drivers' girlfriends and wives.

I was sure that this would not be Feli's world. Because even if she didn't let it show yet, it was pretty obvious that deep down she was a hurt little girl.

The fact that her ex-boyfriend had left her at the altar had really hurt her. And even though she hadn't talked to me about it, I knew from Lance how much it had hurt her.

But she didn't have to talk to him or me about it. You could see it pretty obviously if you watched her closely.

You could see it in her facial expressions. She tried to hide it, but sometimes that concern flashed through.

I would make sure it wasn't like that anymore. She needed a little more confidence that was more than justified with that look. She was a beauty and she had made Lance and I fall at her feet. No other woman on this planet could say that about herself.

In any case, I don't know that the Canadian and I would ever have liked the same woman.

But there was something about Feli that just made you like her. More than that. I was sure that once she showed up in the paddock and was seen there more often, we wouldn't be the only ones who noticed her.

But she was ours.

I wrote her a "Definitely," back, even though I'm sure she was already on her way. If she saw it, at least she would think of me. And I hoped she had packed this pretty piece.

I was just about to take a closer look at the photo when I already got an answer from her.

Feli: Good that I took it with me on suspicion ;)

Me: Have you landed yet?

Feli: Just arrived. Lance sent a limo because he can't pick me up himself, I guess he's still busy. I've never ridden in a limo before :o

Me: I have time ;) I'll come to the hotel and then I'll take everything off you except this pretty piece you wore in that picture. I hope you are a good girl and have it on when I get there ;)

Feli: I wore it underneath my clothes for the flight already ;)

Me: Bad girl!