The Formula 1 Series - Part I: Liz & George

Stressed getting dressed

"Hi, come in, please. I need your opinion quickly." I said while opening the door for him. I took a few steps backwards and said: "What do you think about this? With pumps? Or a dress? Maybe a dress is better?" My words were too fast and I saw he was overwhelmed with it.

"Umm, this is perfectly fine. You look amazing."

"Okay, so this is not it." I stated facts and took the dress from the bed and shouted over my shoulder while rushing into the bathroom: "Wait a second, okay?" I undressed as fast as possible and put on the dress again. I looked in the bathroom mirror and put everything in place and brushed my hair behind my ears. I haven't even thought of putting it up. I just then realized I left George in my still kind of messy room and he probably was looking around. If he was looking closely he would see things I don't want him to see. I rushed back out and on the way already said: "What about this?"

He indeed stood with the back to me and was obviously studying my room before he turned around. But when he did his eyes got big and he cleared his voice.

"Yes, that's perfect." He said and looked into my eyes. The corners of his lips slightly turned upwards. "Perfect. So are you ready?"
I looked down again and then nodded and went around him to get my shoes and my bag. I looked into the mirror in the bedroom one last time and was well aware that his gaze was laying on me the entire time. He was just standing there and studying my behavior. It was just putting on my shoes when I realized I haven't even paid attention how he looked. I turned around and looked at him but his eyes went off me and he looked at his watch quickly.

"Okay, El let's go. Good thing I got the AMG here and not the G class." He mumbled and gave me a cricked smile. We started moving and I looked him up and down while we walked. He was wearing light blue button-up shirt and black trousers and looked as good as yesterday. I took the room card from the electricity field while he opened the door. We walked the floor to the elevators and I opened my bag to store the room card inside.

"Give it to me." He said and reached out his hand. I looked up to him confused what he meant and just opened my mouth when he said with grin in his voice: "You hate to carry bags, just be honest with me."

"You are unbelievable." I said and I was sure he could hear how impressed I was with his observant mind once again. I gave him my bag while we waited for the elevator and I looked at him.

"You look great. Light blue is your color I would say." I said. The shirt really made his eyes pop.

"Yeah, that's why I was driving for Williams and Mercedes Petronas so far." He said smirking while we got in the elevator and I laughed. I liked his humor about himself and looked at him still laughing, while he pressed -2 for the garage.

He turned to me again and starred into my face for a few moments while I still recovered from laughing. "You don't know how pretty you are when you laugh." He said and I looked away. He came over to me and stopped only centimeters in front of me. His empty right hand lifted to my cheek and he quickly brushed the skin with his thumb while resting his palm and fingers on my neck. I looked him in the eyes and swallowed as my body was already reacting and creating heat from his sudden closeness. He leaned down until his face was directly in front of mine and I could almost feel his lips touching mine. "Remind me to kiss you every elevator ride we take, okay?" he said and I indeed could feel his lips brushing softly over mine. The tingling was almost painful and pressing my lips on his was just the natural reaction after this painful unsatisfying tingling. My eyes were already shut when his hand in my neck pulled me even further to him and I opened my mouth for him and turned my head when our tongues met. My arms lifted around his neck to drag my whole body closer to him. But his body stiffened, and he pulled back from the kiss. His mouth closed and he blew a last short kiss on my lips before he let go off me. Only his hand on my neck stayed a millisecond longer and he brushed over the skin with his thumb again. I exhaled without knowing I held my breath before. He started giggling and my head rushed confused to him.