She groaned and pushed a finger against his chest. "Don't try to provoke me. You want to know to make fun of me. I am not giving in to a decieving son of a bitch."
"Do you even have friends?"
"I don't need friends, they make me weak and vulnerable...
She had absolutely no reason of being there. No reason.
Alyona van Dijk was... Sebastian's least favourite person.
She was drop dead gorgeous, awful, the worst person he knew and would have certainly been a Roman Catholic Inquisitor in her past life.
Her father was also a main shareholder in the Ferrari team. And she was the Vice President of her father's corporation. Which was awful. She was awful.
Seb wanted to cry every time she walked into the garage completely out of the blue to inspect the team. Unannounced, without anyone knowing she'd be there.
It was last year that she suggested in one of her reports and remarks paper to Maurizio Arrivabene that they be rid of Seb from the team.
She strongly recommend they take someone else since in her words 'he had performed insufficiently and was a third wheel due to the fact he hadn't won a championship since 2013' then she went as far as to note that with proper planning and new investments the team could 'acquire Lewis Hamilton, that is to say if Van Dijk Corporation CEO agreed to the proper price.'
If that's not the devil, Seb didn't know who it was.
How could a woman so angel looking be such a demon inside?
He shook his head as he heard her accent down the corridor. She was coming to annoy him again. He just knew of it. He shook his head again and clutched his hair in a fist.
She growled to someone again.
Seb could now listen to her high heels slapping onto the floor.
He was dead. Almost dead.
The door flew open and the most devilish person in the Earth stood there, dressed in a black dress that hugged tight onto her delicious curves and a red lipstick that did quite a few things to him, but he could never voice them openly.
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He pursed his lips. "I could have been naked, Van Dijk. Didn't your mother teach you manners?"
She let her hand go from her door and planted them on her waist. "Well," she said raising an eyebrow. "There's not much to see I've heard."
Seb, who had taken a gulp of his espresso, choked, spitting the coffee onto his desk. He pulled a hand over his lips and coughed. "Maybe you'd like to find out for true if these rumors are fake."
"My only intent with you is to get you out of the team. Not into my knickers."
He smirked. If she was any other way he would have considered it. But a woman like her was too scary to be with any man.
He faked an unimpressed look over her and looked into the cup of his coffee before taking a sip. "You're nothing special anyway."
"I am. I am your boss."
"Gods, not again."
"Yes, again. Definitely again. I want a win. When are you gonna call me to tell me you've won a race? Never? Maybe?"
"It's not me. It's your car."
"My car. Right. Apart from the fact I paid around sixty percent of the budget, it's my car's problem?"
"Yep."
She sighed. "I'd love to see you in a Williams."
"That hurt, love. Truly hurt."
"Yes, well, I like seeing you hurt and vulnerable. Can't help myself, there's something totally different on you."
"I always knew you loved me."
"Don't give me ideas. I can pay to have you send in a sex slave place in Karachi."
"Do you hate me that much, darling?"
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"I don't hate. I dislike."
"Do you? Because it seems you hold a grudge against me."
"If you had been better, I'd have no reason to believe you are insufficient."
He stood, closed the door and walked her against it. His hands framed her as she looked at him licking her lips slightly. She smelled of tobacco, he could taste her breath from that distance and it stirred something in his gut. Seb gazed down at her with a very strong desire to show her exactly how sufficient he was.
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"You're definitely the worst, most degenerate, fucked up woman I know."
She shook his away from her and stood straight. "I don't give a fucking shit of what you think of me."
She turned opened the door and left, slamming it in the process.
Seb stood there looking at the floor for a few minutes before the door knocked and Charles walked in, pretty shaken and scared.
His eyes were wide open as he looked at Seb. "Who was that exactly?"
Seb swallowed and shook his head. "Doctor Van Dijk."
"I thought Van Dijk was a man."
"His daughter, the vice president. She's the worst and hates me to hell and back. You better try and appease her."
"Yeah, I heard."
"Come," Seb shook himself out of his trance and grabbed his helmet. "Let's get this over with."
