Off the Track Series Book 3
An unexpected twist of fate finds Charlotte spending a late night turned early morning with Max Verstappen. The only catch - He doesn't even touch her, but they do touch each others hearts. After a lifetime of getting it...
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After our dinner in Miami, my mind has been wandering far too often back to the way Max licked his lips and told me just how he likes it in bed.
It's impossible to think about anything else.
I've told the girls a thousand times that I feel like I'm actually losing my mind only for them to laugh it off.
And it's no laughing matter.
Chad and I still haven't been able to connect, and to be honest I'm not even sure Max is attracted to me like that much less feeling the same way I am. Hell, let me not forget how he's laughed in my face.
Twice.
So there's a chance I could be wrong, but the he was looking at me in Miami like he wanted me.
At least I think so.
Maybe it was just a figment of my imagination from how wound up I've been?
I don't know.
Either way, I'm far too busy to have time for my mind to wander so much. It's making work near impossible. Not too impossible because we avoid any press nightmares and make it through the weekend with two Ashton's cars in the points.
Points mean partying!
And todays party is special, had at Amelia and Charles house instead of a club like normal.
It was a morning race so the party is starting early enough for dinner outside too which is absolutely heaven. They don't live far from the track in Emilia at all so it's makes for a party nobody can turn down, even Lewis and Alonso who never agree to things like this.
The second I walk into Charles and Amelia's place, I see him.
As has become far too common, he seems to sense my presence before our eyes even meet. His shoulders tense, chin shifting to the side before his head does. And then those magnetic blue eyes lock into mine and I physically feel the same shift I always do. Since the very night we met it's like the air shifts when our gazes meet. It's in the air. It's electric.
I'm helpless to stop the rush of heat that fills my body and tingles between my thighs were it categorically should not. The thoughts this man gives me... are far too tempting.
Max looks good enough to eat. Dark jeans covering his legs, a white button down spread across his chest.
Swallowing hard, I make way over to join him and our hosts.
Amelia and Charles places is such a perfect match up of the two, so many modern pieces accentuated by some very different pieces such as a vintage smoking tray shaped like a race-car or his massive piano in the middle of the house. It's absolutely perfect.
"This is amazing!" I pull Amelia into a hug, noticing she's in sequins but still barefoot and perfectly at home. "Thank you so much for having me."
"La mai casa è tua casa." Promises Charles, as I kiss him, almost hesitant to kiss Max's cheeks as an obvious blush rises to my cheeks.
