Lando Norris, a 24 years old, F1 driver for McLaren, British, co-owner of team Quadrant, gamer and golfer on his time off, lives in Monaco but spends a lot of time in London for work, family and friends.
Sophie (Sofia) Valentina Cortez, a 22 years o...
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"I have Room 481, eighth floor."
"We are on the seventh floor." Ria and Niran said.
"Yeah, we are on the seventh too." Pietra confirmed.
"That's okay, Lando took care of Sophie's things, he probably is on the same floor." Max added.
"Oh..."
They went to the elevator and everyone went to the seventh floor while Sophie went to the eight. All of them are going to rest and get ready to go have dinner in an hour.
She opened the door and her jaw almost dropped. It was a big fancy room. She left her suitcase and bag on the floor and went to open the curtain, the view was beautiful. She let herself fall on the bed and checked her phone, no messages or calls. Lando didn't fly with them, he flew with the McLaren team and arrived before she did, so she thought he might want to see her or something when she landed. She took a shower, put on a robe and some panties and went to her phone again. She dials Lando's number and calls him, when she was about to put the phone on her ear she hears a phone ring from outside of her door and some knocking. She opens and finds Lando standing with a big smile on his face.
"Hey muppet." He hugs her and picks her up closing the door behind him, he puts her down and kisses her lips. "Are you wearing anything under there?" He points at her robe.
"Not even asking about the flight or anything, just straight up wanting to get in my pants." She pretends to be offended.
"Good thing you are not wearing pants." He kissed her again. "How was the flight?"
"Long but it was okay, how was your day?" She asks while looking for something to wear.
"Good, sorry I couldn't pick you up from the airport, Oscar and I had to shoot some content for McLaren. Do you like the room?"
"I love it, but why did you get something this fancy, a small basic room would be fine, plus everyone else is on the seventh floor."
"I want my girl to have the best." He says behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and letting his head rest on her shoulder.
"I'm your girl?"
"Hopefully, you will be. Also my room is down the hall, three doors away from you. In case you miss me, you know?"
"And why would you get your room, if you can stay here with me." She turns around and wraps her arms around his neck.
"Oh, really? If you insist."
He softly kisses her. But she had other plans and the softness quickly turned into desire, they started making out. She pushes him back until he falls sitting on the bed, he grabs her arm and pulls her down to make her sit on his lap, Sophie gladly does.
