The Red Bull Party Girl |ON HOLD|

26. Belgium.

"Cheer up Harps!" Dan patted my shoulder as he walked past me in hospitality.
"She's got the post holiday blues." Emma replied as I stood next to her watching the rain pelting down outside. Dan grinned at us before putting his baseball cap on and bolting across the paddock into the back of his garage, with forty minutes to go until qualifying he would be going for a quick chat with his mechanics and engineers. I sighed and took a seat at a nearby table, crossed my arms in front of me and rested my head on them.
"What's up with Harper?" Seb walked in from a brief meeting with his engineers.
"Post holiday blues." Emma repeated the words as I lifted my head to see him taking a seat opposite me.
"Still finding it hard are you schatzi?" He smiled at me.
"What do you think?" I answered.
"It's just as hard for me too." He glanced down at his lap and winked at me. "If you know what I mean." He added.
"TMI." Emma said, putting her hand up.
"Can't we just leave here and go back to the yacht?" I looked at my handsome boyfriend.
"I'd love that, but I'd also love to race this weekend, or at least try to if Suzie let's me." He smiled. "I promise we'll get some time tonight." He stood up and patted my shoulder before walking away, although he'd let it be known to the team and Christian that we were together, we had agreed to remain professional when at race circuits, he didn't want pictures of us popping up in the press and wanted to keep our relationship private. I was already finding it hard keeping my hands to myself, I'm one of those annoying people who loves to hold hands, share little touches and kiss in public, whereas Seb is the opposite. We'd been lucky that our little display on the Sunday night in Hungary hadn't been made available for public consumption.
"Jeez you're worse with Seb than I am with Antti." Emma giggled. "Totally love sick. Come on, let's go and join the guys in Seb's garage." She tapped her nails on the table, I smiled and got up from my seat, being around him in the garage would be better than not seeing him at all. We left hospitality and I tottered across the paddock as quick as my heels could carry me in the rain. Seb's team was working on Suzie with the music on pumping out some 90's tunes, with quali just over half an hour away I knew the music would soon be switched off.
"Oh yes!" Jonesy nodded his head as another track started. "Come on Harper, dance with me baby!" He walked towards me, trying to beckon me to him with his hands. As he started to rotate his hips and move his feet I realised he could actually dance, I laughed as he pulled me to him, took me in to hold and tried to make me move with him. "Move your hips like this." He put his hands on my hips and with his guidance I started to match his movements. After getting Rocky to restart the track he let go of me and resumed his original hold, I started to follow his movements, even his footwork to a degree. I grinned, I was actually dancing and in heels too. As the track carried on I was aware of another pair of hands on my hips, Seb's.
"Hey beautiful." He murmured into my ear, I smiled and leant my head back a little. This was a big thing for me, and probably for him too, physical contact while camera lenses were peeking inside, watching us dance. Although you could argue that Seb was just larking about and that nothing was actually going on between us.
"Yeah! Threesome going on right here!" Jonesy yelled as the track changed and his rotating hips became a little more like grinding ones. Seb stayed with us though, and I have to admit I found it a bit of a turn on, not that I fancied Jonesy or anything like that, I just loved feeling Seb moving behind me. The music slowed and so did our movements, Jonesy started to sway his hips and I followed making Seb do the same. Emma was now filming us on her phone along with Dan who had heard the volume of the music increase and had come to see what was going on. I glanced towards the pit lane, the were now more lenses and even a couple of tv cameras and presenters. I knew we were going to have to stop soon which was a shame as I enjoying myself now.
"Right, party's over guys." Rocky turned the music off causing most of the garage to groan.
"We'll make a dancer out of you yet Harps!" Jonesy grinned before getting back to his work.
"Cheers, I bloody enjoyed that!" I high fived him.
"You'll be my dancer first." Seb smiled as he shrugged his arms into his race overall.
"Lap dancer knowing you Sebby!" Jonesy winked.
"Your dancing has caused quite a stir!" Britta came walking in. "I was in hospitality and you two were on tv with Jonesy. They've gone crazy on Twitter too!"
"We made it on to the tv? Nice one!" Jonesy laughed. "Strictly Come Dancing, here we come!"
"You will never get me on a dancing show." Seb said as he zipped himself up.
"You'll let me borrow Harper though, won't you?" He asked. "She'll look fucking awesome in one of those short, sequinned dresses."
"No one gets to borrow Harper, she's all mine, and I don't share." Seb replied making me blush. Yep, I was all his and he was all mine.