Just Him ❤

29. Starting to get it out there.

It was Friday lunchtime. Chloe sighed after finishing her phone call to German t.v. station, RTL. Seb was due back in to her office at any time after putting in a mornings work in the simulator. James Ellison from F1 Racing Magazine was due at 2pm to do an interview with him. She decided to pop down the corridor to the room they'd be using for the photographs and interview to check everything was ready. She opened the door, Francesca, from public relations, had just finished helping the photographer to set up. The rest of the room was ready. Happy with the way things were, she left Francesca to it and headed back to her office. Her phone was ringing again. This time someone from the Dutch channel, Ziggo. No sooner had she dealt with that, it then rang again. James from the magazine was on his way but was wanting to see if there was any way they could have a few photos of Seb in the Ferrari museum; the room where past F1 cars were kept, including Michael's. She hadn't even been there herself, she hadn't seen Michael's last race car since he first retired in 2006. She sat at her desk, fingers pinching the bridge of her nose. "James, your photographer is all set up in the meeting room now." She wished people wouldn't want to mess about with things last minute. "Has he got any more equipment with him that he can take in to the museum?" She looked up as Seb entered her office. "Leave it with me, I'll have to see if they can close the showroom from public viewing for it to happen first." She watched as Seb sat on the chair in front of her desk. "I'll call you back in a few minutes. Ok. Bye." She chucked her mobile down on the desk. "Urgh, what a prick!"

"Prick?" Seb laughed. "What does that even mean?"

"It's another English word meaning idiot." She picked up the landline phone on her desk. "A more polite way of saying twat." She dialled the number for the museum. Seb busied himself with a game on his phone, listening as Chloe asked if she could have the showroom for about 20 minutes for the magazine to take photos of Seb at just after 2pm. She soon ended the call and then rang James back. It was all on, James just had to sort it with his photographer. She chucked her phone on the desk again and sat back in her chair.

"Busy morning?" Seb got up from his chair and walked around to perch himself on Chloe's desk near her.

"For sure." She nodded and drank some of her water.

"I've told the team about us." He looked at her, trying to figure out how she'd react.

"When you say team, you mean.......?" Her mobile rang again but she switched it to silent. She needed a break from it.

"I mean Mattia and my team. The people that I feel need to know." He replied.

"And how did they react?" She was a bit worried now, especially about the team boss knowing.

"It's all fine." He smiled. "Relax." He reached over and ran his fingers through her hair. "I don't want to hide this anymore. There were rumours going around any way so not everyone was surprised."

"I bet that'll be from Vanessa." Chloe rolled her eyes.

"I don't care about rumours anymore." He took her hand to pull her out her chair. "I want them all to know you're mine." He kissed her. She instantly responded, moving to stand between his legs and pressing her body against him. A cough interrupted them. Francesca.

"Erm, sorry to interrupt. I'm taking the photographer to the museum now." She blushed and looked taken aback. Word hadn't got around everywhere yet then.

"Thank you Francesca." Chloe smiled, still in Seb's arms. The younger woman just smiled back and left them to it.

"I know when we're working we'll keep it professional but I'm going to let the fans see us together." He added.

"You want to go public?"

"When we're not working. If we're out somewhere together or making our way to and from circuits yes."

"But the press......." She suddenly thought of all the cameras and reporters.

"Let them take their pictures, they'll soon move on to someone else." He took hold of her hands. "I love you." He kissed her again. She wrapped her arms around him and just hugged him. Holding him tight.

                                ~*~

Chloe took a deep breath as she entered the F1 showroom with Seb. She had hold of his hand and he could her feel her holding on tightly as they walked along the rows of historic racing cars. James from F1 Racing was grinning broadly as he walked beside the couple. To see Sebastian with a girlfriend was extremely rare, he a notoriously private person. To find out his new girlfriend was his PA was like hitting the jackpot. As the cars got more modern she could see Michael's, the number 1 on his championship winning cars and the number 5, the same number as Seb's, on the others. They came to a stop in front of Michael's 2003 and 2004 championship winning cars. Chloe, looked at the beautiful machines, pushing her emotions down. She couldn't allow any tears to fall. Not now. The photographer quickly got to work. She allowed herself to step away and walk the short distance to the one car she remembered well. The 2006 one. The last Ferrari formula one car Michael raced in. She took a moment to drink in the sight of it.
"Chloe." James spoke from behind her, "I'd like to feature questions about your relationship in the finished article. Am I able to ask Sebastian about It?"

"No, I do not speak about my private life James, you know that." Sebastian was quick to answer for her.

"Can I have your permission to mention it though?" He pressed further. Chloe looked to Seb for his opinion, he just nodded.

"Ok, but please keep it brief." She couldn't quite believe he was agreeing. With the photos done for now, she took one last look at the 2006 prancing horse and they left the room.

                                 ~*~

Late that evening she took a long drink of her white wine before putting the glass down on the table. She sat back on the sofa next to Seb. He put his arm around her and she wriggled in her seat, nestling in to him. She grabbed the iPad from next to her and began to scroll through Instagram looking at several fan accounts for Seb. It wasn't long before she spotted photos of her and Seb holding hands in the car park and also when they walking with James in to the museum, taken by eagle eyed fans. There were some outside areas at Maranello where fans and tourists were allowed. One particular place allowed a view of the car park. It didn't sound exciting but, if the timing was right, you could catch a glimpse of your favourite driver. "Well. It's out there." She locked the screen and put the iPad back down.

"There's no going back now." Antti laughed. Chloe was glad things seemed to be ok between him and Seb after yesterday.

"Yep, he's stuck with me now." She nudged Seb.

"You just wait until we get to Melbourne. That's when shit gets real." Seb grinned.

"I can't wait. I'm excited to experience it all with you." She took hold of his hand. Antti noticed Seb's smile get bigger, his eyes lighting up. Yep, Seb had it bad.

"I'm going to leave you two to it." Antti stood from his chair. "I'm going up to my room. I'll see you guys tomorrow."

"See you in the morning." Seb replied.

"Don't forget to have your running gear ready by 8am." Antti stepped past them.

"Fucks sake Antti. 8am?" Seb groaned.

"Night Antti." Chloe giggled as he headed upstairs. She felt Seb kiss the side of her head and he sighed contentedly.

"I want you to move in with me." He turned his head to look at her. She just giggled.

"I kind of already have." She stroked his arm.

"I know, but all your stuff is in your room and ensuite. I'd like you to move it in to mine."

"Ok then." She swirled her finger over his arm in patterns. She didn't even need to think about her response.

"Have you booked your own room for Melbourne?" He smiled, noting her quick response.

"I have. Want me to cancel it?"

"Yes, I want you with me all the time." He moved from his current reclined position so that he was almost hovering over her. "Don't book any rooms for yourself in future."

"Then it consider it done." She smiled, grabbing a handful of his t-shirt to pull him down on top of her on the sofa. She liked his needy, sometimes demanding side. She liked it even more when he satisfied her's.