Royal Speed | Leclerc & Verstappen

9 | little touch

-|- Monaco 2021 - summer break -|-

"Yeah." I returned, not sure what for, but my security simply nodded his head and stepped over to the door again.

"I will send him up. And please put a shirt on sir." he reminded me before he was gone again, leaving me behind, frozen.

What the hell had just happened and why was the Dutchman here, on my yacht? All these thoughts ran through my mind and I couldn't move until I heard his foot steps on the stairs next to the door into my room.

Quickly I grabbed the shirt from the sunbed and closed some buttons before the door of the outside stairs was opened again. My heart nearly stopped as I saw Verstappen walking through, his hair all wet and messy, a towel hanging over his shoulders.

Overwhelmed I just stood there waiting for his next move, which was closing the door before stepping closer towards me, still keeping a certain distance.

"Hi?" he slowly said, looking at me in question, "Do you remember me?"

Of course. Okay, calm down, calm down Charles, I told myself as I was looking like a complete idiot in front of him. Also I didn't want to hurt him by saying no, so I opted for a little joke, something I assumed he would like.

"You're the one that tried to kidnap me in my car last month." I returned, my voice slightly trembling as this heat started rushing through my body again.

Verstappens look was puzzled for a moment and only there I realized how horrible I must look, wet hair, swim shorts and only a light shirt covering my torso, extremely unprofessional for a prince.

"You gave me the key, so I wouldn't call it a kidnapping." he returned and a smirk built up on his face, causing me also to smile slightly.

I then felt his look wandering over my body and his smile disappeared before he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, which caused me to swallow hard. His damp hair were all messy and I suddenly felt the urge to brush my hand through them, to bring them back into their order.

"You..." the Dutchman started and my eyes snapped back up to his, while he was gesturing at my chest, "Your buttons, you... you got them kinda wrong."

Immediately I tried to look down on my self, my hands reaching to the button of my shirt but as it were the upper ones I couldn't fully see and therefore open them.

"Let me help you." I suddenly heard Verstappen breathe and when I looked up he was not five centimeters away, his hands reaching towards mine.

Carefully he laid them onto mine, his long fingers slowly brushing over mine before he reached out to the button, slowly opening it. While my heart beat was fast like hell, my hands dropped down, next to my body again.

My eyes opened after some moments and I was directly faced with the Dutchman's neck and naked upper chest, his muscles tensed and slightly shrugging at every breath he took. Meanwhile I felt how his fingers had opened the button that was wrong, wandering down to the next one.

As in that process my shirt opened itself and Verstappen's fingers brushed over my naked skin, I got all dizzy and I felt my knees getting all shaky again. Unfortunately I had gotten all my buttons wrong by one and he therefore had to open them all, which he slowly did.