Only You - Artem Markelov

Chapter 2

Amaya wakes up the next morning with a headache and sore spots all over her body. It doesn't take long to remember what had happened the night before, especially when she sees the body next to her.

Immediately, the memories come rushing back. Of how he took her to his hotel room, how he kissed her, how his touch felt on her body. All of it felt amazing, magical.

But she has to get out of here, fast. Before he wakes up. Him being at the party makes the chance that he's from one of the teams pretty big. And since she works for the FIA, she can't be seen up close and personal with someone from one of the teams.

Quickly, Amaya gets out of bed and gathers her stuff, which is all over the place. It's pretty clear they didn't want to waste any time last night. Amaya gets dressed as soon as possible before grabbing her purse and rushing out of the hotel room, looking at the still sleeping form in the bed once more. It was amazing, but unfortunately only a one-time thing.

Once Amaya is outside, she calls a taxi to take her back to the hotel she and Ella are staying it. Ella had texted her a few times already, asking her where she was. Amaya quickly replied saying she's on her way back.

When she gets back to her hotel room, Ella is already waiting for her with breakfast, making Amaya smile.

"You're amazing," she says as she sits down.

"Tell me everything," Ella says right away, making Amaya chuckle.

"It was amazing," she says as she starts eating her breakfast.

"I'm gonna need more than that. Start at the beginning. How was it?" Ella asks with a smirk on her face.

"Oh my gosh, amazing! His hands, his mouth, just.... perfection," Amaya says, remembering the touch of his hands on her skin, remembering the way he kissed her mouth, her neck and down her body.

"Tell me more!"

"So he took me to this hotel room, which was huge by the way. At first we were just kissing, but oh my, he's a great kisser. Then he picked me up and carried me to the bed. He took of my clothes and his own and then all I remember is pure bliss."

"So you it was good?"

"He was probably the best I've ever had," Amaya confesses, making Ella smirk.

"So when are you seeing him again?"

"Never," Amaya says, making Ella's eyes widen.

"What? Are you insane? You just said he was the best you've ever had! You need to keep him around!"

"Him being at the party means he's probably part of one of the F1 or F2 teams. I can't be hooking up with someone from one of the teams as an FIA employee!"

"You have a point," Ella says as she picks up her cup filled with tea.

"I can't ever see him again."

"I'm sure we can make that happen."

Amaya was able not to see him for about about 3 weeks. But then she walked into the paddock in Azerbaijan and it didn't take long at all for her to spot him, walking with the people of Russian Time. In a race suit. He wasn't just an employee of one of the teams, he was a driver. If the FIA ever finds out about that, she's done.

As soon as Amaya was able to call Ella, she did. It took a little while for her to pick up, probably because of the time difference of 4 hours that Amaya didn't consider when she called.

"A?" Ella says with a sleepy voice when she picks up.

"I'm sorry El, I didn't pay attention to the time. But I saw him again."