Formula 1 - One Shots [First Book]

Saint Tropez - {Daniel Ricciardo}

A/N: Crikey look at that bODY, I saw this tonight and I've been up for like two more hours to think about this and make a one shot of it oh my god I'm fainting.

Saint Tropez was your location for this weekend. Just a couple days away from the busy life and work. Your friend Max told you about this little get away as he could use one himself. "Why don't you come along, there's enough room for you to stay as well". Max had said and you had to admit it was very tempting, eventually you gave in.

There you were glad you knew his friend group very well, else it would be awkward on your own. You looked forward to meet more of his friends of the racing world at the pool party that was thrown today. You were dressed in a pair of denim shorts, a loose Parkway Drive shirt tucked into it, comfortably to pull over your head whenever you wanted to swim.

Max had swung his arm around your shoulders while you walked over to the table his friends had reserved. "Now, Y/N. I don't want you to think of your work any second this day, enjoy it, get wasted, get someone to give you a good fu...".

"Okay, Verstappen. I get the message". You interrupted with a smile and a roll of your eyes. Max grinned and his hand slid down your spine towards your lower back to usher you forward to the table, a chair shoved back for you. You smiled and blushed at all the nice greetings you received, a kiss on the cheek from Dave, a hug from Mark.

As you stared almost directly into the sun, you got your sunglasses to place over your eyes, finally able to look at the ones who were talking to you. The table wasn't filled yet, so you guessed more of the guys would come later. You listened to what Max was telling as he sat next to you and you looked at the drink in his hands.

"Where can I get something to drink?". You leaned over to Nelson on your other side and he pointed at the bar behind the pool. "I can come with you?". He offered. "It's fine, does anybody else want something to drink?". They didn't reply so you shrugged and got over to the bar. As you were there for like five minutes to get yourself some coke mixed with Vodka, you didn't use a little effort to take your sunglasses off.

Which was either a very bad or a very good decision.

You bumped into a rock hard chest, your drink spilling over the edge of the glass onto the floor and the person you bumped into. "Oh good Christ, I'm so sorry". You stammered, looking up at the skyscraper of a man.

Daniel looked down at you, a bit surprised by this sudden moment. He didn't really mind you spilled your drink on him. Your tried to make it better, your hands on his chest to get the Vodka coke away. You gasped at feeling his abs beneath your fingers when your hands slid down. You quickly took a step back, because you probably made it even more awkward now.

"It's fine". Daniel said, chuckling slightly. You took your sunglasses off to be polite. Daniel already thought you were cute, but his breath slightly hitched in his throat at seeing your gorgeous eyes. Your hair was rolled up into a bun, a few baby hairs escaped it and framed your face.

"Did you hurt yourself?". He asked and you blushed, shaking your head. The Australian accent in his voice made your knees weak, the kind amber eyes staring down at you. Oh god he looked like a Greek god with that muscled body, like he was a sculpture of Zeus made by Bernini himself. His bronzed skin stood out against the white shorts he was wearing.

You nibbled on your lower lip, looking away for him. "Do you want a new drink?". He asked now, his hand reaching to scratch his shoulder, the bicep bulging up during his move. "No it's fine". You replied. "Come on, you have like one sip in the glass left, let me buy you a new one". His smile was brighter than the sun and you swore you would put on your sunglasses again, but you didn't want to miss anything of the guy's handsome face.