I hope it's you - Charles leclerc

Part 20

ALICE'S POV:

Charles:my lap is free.

My cheeks flushed red as I read the message.
I glanced up at Charles to be met by him staring right back at me. He was tapping his fingers on his thigh as a signal for me to come over to him.

Just as I was about to get up, the guy sitting next to him started a conversation. I watched as Charles conversed for a while. I began to feel bored and that's when an idea popped into my head.

Slowly, I moved my foot until it met the cuff of Charles' trousers. I slid my foot underneath the leg of his pants and slowly began to move my foot freely up and down his shin.

I watched as his breath hitched in his throat and he glanced at me, trying to keep his cool and keep the conversation going.

I moved my foot higher and higher up his leg.

When suddenly he reached down and grabbed my ankle.

Without even glancing at me he began to draw circles on my skin. I looked around to make sure no one was watching. When I saw that no one was, I yanked my foot away from Charles and excused myself from the table.

I glanced back and watched as Charles copied my action, following me to the bar.

I sat down and ordered another drink. That's when I smelt the familiar scent of Ferrari's golden boy.

Charles stood behind me and placed his lips to my ear.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked. His lips were skimming off of my ear and I could feel his warm breath on my neck. I had to stop myself from turning and connecting my lips to his. I don't know where these thoughts were coming from but I assumed it was the alcohol.

"Getting a drink, do you want one?'' I asked plainly, avoiding his gaze as he sat on the barstool next to me, swivelling around so he was facing me.

"No, I meant back at the table. You don't need to ask for my attention Alice, you've always got it'' He smirked as he leaned his elbow on the bar counter and grabbed my gaze.

"Let's forget about that, come dance with me'' I stated, not in the mood to explain my actions as I got off my stool and grabbed Charles' hand, dragging him to where everyone was dancing.

Just as we reached the dancefloor "The Way I Are'' by Timbaland started playing.

"I love this song'' I whispered into Charles' ear as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Same'' he said before he started to sing the words.

I laughed at him as he sang at the top of his lungs.
We took turns singing to eachother. Me singing the female part and him singing the male part. We couldn't stop laughing as he buried his face into the crook of my neck to trying to stop himself. He continued to butcher the song, his accent making me laugh even harder, leaving me clutching onto his arm to try and stay up right. Tears started to form in my eyes from the laughter but Charles was quick to wipe them away.

"Let's get out of here'' Charles stated as the song finished. I nodded in agreement, the stuffy air was a bit too much for me.

Charles interlocked our fingers together as he made his way through the swarm of people. Once we finally reached the front door the fresh air was like no other.

We began to walk with my arm entangled with his for support. My feet began to hurt from walking in these heels.

"My feet are so sore'' I groaned and Charles was quick to stop at a bench for us to sit at.
He quickly took of his nike shoes and handed them to me.