Black Widow

5.

We were sitting with Max Verstappen outside his hospitality. I don't know how Shirley fixed this, but she did.

Most of the time, she didn't go with me, she would stay behind her laptop and be my 'man on the chair' or woman in this case.

But I think she secretly liked Formula One, or just Max maybe.

He was going on and on about the race, the team and what not. Shirley was eating it all up. She was nodding her head, smiling and asking all the questions to keep him interested in the conversation.

But my mind drifted off. I was so hot, I was already regretting my choice of clothes.

I was wearing a dress, with long sleeves. A black dress because Shirley told me not to draw attention.

And long sleeves because I had to cover my tattoos. I had little tattoos all over my left arm.

Two zodiac signs, one Aries and one Scorpio, a little skull, a snake, a moon, a knife and several other little things.

The only tattoo that was visible were three little butterflies on my hand.

Pretty big contrast with the rest of them.

"I think Mark is has a couple of open vacancies" Max said which immediately caught my attention.

Mark was the fucker I wanted to kill.

And Max just came up with a plan without even knowing.

"What kind of jobs?" I asked, smiled a little to make me look more sweet, innocent maybe.

He shrugged. "I think all kind of jobs" he looked behind him, waved at someone and gestured him over. "You're looking for a job?"

"I am" I nodded. "Just lost my other job, so it would be nice to find another one"

And then the fucker walked up to us, put his hand on Max's shoulder as he looked down at me. He introduced himself to us. He didn't need to because we already knew him.

Pretty well. Too well.

"So you're looking for a job?" He looked down at me with a smile. "I think I can help you with that" he let his eyes travel down my body.

He let them linger on my boobs for a little too long.

Maybe we were wrong, maybe I wasn't too old.

Definitely something we had to double check.

"I would love that" I said with a smile. "Can I have your card? Then I will definitely give you a call"

He grabbed his wallet out of his backpocket, took a card out of it and gave it to me. "Definitely call me"

I took the card out of his hand. "I will"

Oh I definitely will, asshole.

He turned his attention to Max after that, which was my cue to leave. Didn't want to be in his presence more than needed.

We were just gonna watch quali in the Mclaren hospitality, without thinking about it anymore.

Or that's what I thought.

"I found number seven on your personal list by the way" Shirley whispered as we were walking through the paddock.

I snapped my head to her. "Really? Where is he?"

"Right here" she nodded at the Mclaren hospitality.

"Are you serious?" I mumbled.

"Yes, he's a mechanic"

I sighed a little. I didn't expect to be here longer than today or tomorrow.

But my personal list was way more important than my other list. My personal list is why I started this.

So I had to stay here. Had to find my way in their hospitality.

"How will we do that" I mumbled, more to myself than to anyone else.

"You stay calm, don't do stupid things and I'll come up with something" Shirley said, walking in the hospitality.

It wasn't easy to stay calm when I knew number seven was right here, I could almost smell him.

The pig.

Once again, Lando bumped my shoulder as he walked out of the hospitality. He was wearing his orange racing suit.

"You really need some glasses, idiot" I muttered.

He chuckled. "Be careful Miss not interested, I might think you actually like me"

I snorted, shook my head. "In your fucking dreams"

"Oh you can be sure that I don't dream about you" he waved his hand as he walked out. "Not at all"

I rolled my eyes, leaned closer to Shirley. "Put him on the list"