Sitting In Traffic | Formula 1

Chapter 68- Douchebags

Normally there were open seats beside each other. But every driver and reserve driver decided to bring a plus one with them. This forced Riley and Max to split up. He saw one of 3 empty seats in the room. One was placed next to Checo and Carlos, he would be taking that seat. In the center of the rectangular table there was a seat next to Lando and Alex Albon. Riley was sitting there. The last seat was at the far end of the table. It was across from Liam, which is exactly why Riley wasn't sitting there. Logan was instead.

"Is anyone sitting here?" Riley asked Alex, accidentally interrupting his conversation with George Russell.

"No, Lily's on my other half" Alex looked up at Riley almost instantly.

"Perfect" She said, sliding into the free seat beside Lando. He looked over at her when he felt the movement. "Is Magui not coming?"

"We're not ready to go public yet."

"I apologize" Riley rolled her eyes, sitting up straight when she noticed Max glancing down the table for her.

"She was really only exceptional in bed" Lando nudged Riley, assuming she'd think it was funny.

"Interesting" Riley said dryly with a smile. She picked up her menu, thinking the conversation was over when Lando started chatting with Lance stroll across the table.

Riley sat with Lando because they were close friends. They spoke nearly everyday because he was at her house or condo, sleeping over after drinking too much to drive. Max thought she'd enjoy it better than sitting with Checo. They barely knew each other, it would be awkward conversation the whole time. But that just might be where she sits the next dinner.

Riley had checked out of all conversations happening around her. Which made it all the more shocking when she heard what left Lando's mouth.

"Magui won't dress up as a maid for me, but I'm sure Riles would rock that outfit for Max any day" Lando laughed, still talking to Lance.

"What?" Riley asked with an uneasy laugh, looking away from the glass of wine in-front of her. She felt a small crack in her heart form. She hadn't expected to hear Lando say something like that so randomly.

"You'd put on a maid outfit for Max" Lando repeated to her, "To spice things up"

"No I wouldn't"

"How else do you keep everyone entertained" Lance spoke up, thinking it was all playful and fun. But Riley felt uncomfortable.

"Excuse me?" Riley looked over at Lance with reddened cheeks.

"I mean Riles," Lando started back up, "Imagine the look on Max's face if you walked into his bedroom with a tight little maids fit. He'd be bricked up and ready for a quick suck"

"Lando stop" Riley said quietly, trying to conceal the conversation before she made a scene. "I'm not a whore"

"Well" He shrugged, he could've argued otherwise. "From what I've overheard you are a freak in the sheets."

"You're being a douchebag right now" Riley said, feeling feverish while she glanced down the table in search for Max who was having a rather pleasant conversation.

"It was all fun and laughter Riley" Lando told her, thinking she was overreacting.

"It's not funny" She darted her head towards him, feeling embarrassed with how he talked about something so private casually for his own entertainment. "You don't get to talk about me that way"

"Calm down" Lando laughed, not feeling bad at all. He looked at Lance, wanting to crack one last joke. "I suppose sex withdrawals are a real thing. Wait an hour or so more and she won't be so cranky"