Formula 1 - One Shots [First Book]

Suit Up - {Max Verstappen}

Warning: yes, it's getting hot in the parking lot and he's wearing a suit. Amen.

You took a deep breath as you checked your appearance in the mirror, the pencil skirt nicely hugged your curved and your legs looked a little longer with the Bordeaux red heels on your feet. The white blouse gently puffed out of the skirt and the first buttons were opened to reveal a slight bit of your front, but not too much. You just looked feminine now.

Your father had a meeting today with the owner group of Circuit Park Zandvoort, the circuit that isn't used anymore for the Formula One racing series, but every year Max Verstappen comes here to please his fans with some Donuts and burning laps on the circuit.

Max himself would be here as well to talk about the event, without any media. You were working in the catering and it was just a simple task by asking everybody if they wanted tea, coffee or just water. It was so simple and you even practised it in front of the mirror as you didn't want to stumble over your words while looking at Max freaking Verstappen.

You had a small cart with all the types of beverages, a bit like the stewardesses in airplanes had, but smaller and easier to steer. You quietly opened the door and put on the bright smile. Your father paused mid talk and had that proud look in his eyes. You hoped he wouldn't say anything about you, as you were practically just a waitress.

"Ah, that's my daughter, Y/N. She serves the best coffee!". You cringed deep inside but kept on smiling at your dad. Max looked over at you and eyed the way you brushed a few strands of your shiny hair behind your ear to prevent it from falling in front of your eyes. The man next to him started talking again, but he wasn't really paying attention.

Max looked at your gorgeous smile and how easy you balanced on those heels. You were coming to his side and your eyes went a little wider as you suddenly stood in front of him. "Mr Verstappen, what would you like?". You asked him. His bright eyes sparkled when they met yours and he took his moment to let his eyes glide over your whole figure.

You nibbled on your lower lip at the way the blue jacket snuggly fitted his arms. The white button-up underneath tight around his chest, the pressure on the buttons slightly visible. He looked like an absolute business man who knew how to handle his things, making him more attractive than ever. The Rolex watch shone around his wrist and he cleared his throat before finally speaking up. "A coffee please, I hope your father's right". A playful smile curled his lips.

You smiled back at him and turned around to get the coffee for him. You not so accidentally knocked over the plastic spoons and bend down when you felt his eyes on you. Max's jaw clenched at the sight of your bum in that tight skirt and he forced himself to concentrate on what Robert Doornbos said.

"There you go, sir". You emphasized the last word and leaned over, your hand gently placed on his forearm while you put the cup in front of him on the table. "Thank you". Max's low voice replied and you continued to the other men at the table.

His eyes followed you wherever you went and you threw him a last glance over your shoulder before you closed the door of the briefing room behind you. Your heart hammered in your chest and you hoped you didn't give a nervous or insecure impression.

At the end of the meeting, when all the men left the room, your task was to clean it up a bit, which wouldn't take long. You grabbed the vacuum cleaner and got the sand and cake crumbles away from the floor. You shrieked as you felt a hand on your lower back. "Oh my god, you scared me". You told the young Red Bull driver as he was suddenly behind you.

"I'm sorry". He apologized with a smile. "I just forgot my jacket". Max leaned over to grab the jacket from the chair were he sat and you eyed the way his muscled rippled beneath his thin button up. You just gave him a smile and got some cleaning spray to wipe the big table. Max however didn't leave the room and just stared at you as you were bend over the table now, this time not even on purpose.