I'd gone out to a club with my friends. I didn't really want to go out but they insisted that I came out for at least a couple of drinks. An hour later and I was stood by the bar swaying my hips to the music, looking round to see if I could see any of them after they left me one by one for the guy that piqued their interest.
A hand landed on my waist and slid down to my arse before squeezing it. I turned around to see a tall blonde man grinning at me.
"Hey baby, why don't you come have some fun with me?" His words were extremely slurred and his breath wreaked of vodka.
"No thank you," I said, probably too politely. His grin faded, replaced by a dirty glare. He reached out and grabbed my wrist tight, pulling me into his chest.
"Wrong answer darling." His other arm was now squeezing my side hard, I wouldn't have been surprised if a bruise was left. My hands began to shake as I tried to pull away but he was a lot stronger than I was.
"Sorry the line at the bar was huge. Sweetheart whose this?" I turned my head to see a brunette man stood behind me holding two beers in his hand. The blonde man let go of me and stepped away from me. The brunette took my hand gently and pulled me closer to him.
"Sorry bro, I had no idea," he said before rushing away.
"Thank you for doing that," I said as he let go of my hand. I let out a shaky breath and flattened out my dress.
"No worries, you looked pretty frightened and he shouldn't have been treating you like that. I can stay with you until your friends come back? In case another guy tries to harass you." I smiled, I'd never met someone so respectful in a club.
"I mean you can but I don't think they're gonna be coming back anytime soon... or at all."
"Well that makes two of us. I guess that means you're stuck with me," he said handing me one of his beers. I thanked him before taking a swig.
"I'm Max." He held out his hand causing me to chuckle at the formality.
"(Y/N)," I said shaking it. "You're quite the gentleman aren't you Max?" He laughed and shrugged his shoulders.
"What can I say, I know how to treat a lady."
Max brought you over to the VIP area, he had a private table near the back of the club where it was quieter and more private. As I sat down I looked at him, raising my eyebrows.
"So do I need to guess who you are or are you gonna tell me?"
"I'll give you three guesses." I look a swig of my drink, looking him up and down.
"Sports?" He nodded as he put the bottle to his mouth. My eyes flicked to his arms, seeing how muscular they were.
"Boxing?" I asked causing him to burst out laughing.
"Football?" He shook his head, a smirk forming. I frowned and looked him in the eyes, noticing they were a beautiful shade of blue.
"You race cars?"
"What sort of car do I drive?" he asked scotching closer to me. I smirked happy I was on the right track.
"Not Indy... definitely not NASCAR. With a cocky grin like that I'd have to say F2 or F3?" He let out an over dramatic gasp and put his hand over his heart.
"Do you not think I'd be good enough for F1?" he asked, placing his hand on my knee. I felt a small blush begin to creep upon my cheeks.
"You look to young to be an F1 driver." He chuckled, moving closer to my ear.
"Try the worlds youngest race winner sweetheart," he whispered. I knew he was trying to show off but my god it was working.
We spent the next hour chatting and drinking. Max told me all about the F1 life and I told him all about the life of a normal person. Max's arm was around my waist, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my hip as he spoke. My hand was on his thigh, my head resting on his shoulder. I never usually gave guys any attention in clubs but Max was different. He seemed genuine, and he wasn't an arsehole like I assumed all race drivers were.
It was getting to closing time but I didn't want the night to end. We left the club, Max entwining his fingers with mine.
"Would you maybe want to come back with me? We could watch a movie or something? I don't think I'm ready to say goodnight yet." For the first time that night Max's confidence had disappeared.
"I can't say no to such a gentleman can I?" His face lit up as if he'd just won a race. He took off his blazer, leaving him in a tight white shirt that showed off his muscles, slipping it on me. I thanked him before he pulled me into his chest. We stood there for a moment, it was as if we were the only two people on the street.
"So..." I looked up at him, he brushed a strand of hair out of my face.
"What would a gentleman have to do to steal a kiss?" The warm feeling had returned to my cheeks. I pulled on his shirt, connecting my lips to his. One of his hands went to cup my cheek, the other to my lower back pressing us closer. His lips were slightly rough but the kiss was gentle, like he was worried I'd break if he pressed too hard.
As we pulled away he pressed a kiss to my forehead and held me in his arms as we waited for our taxi. I'd made a mental reminder to thank my friends for ditching me. For once I'd found a true gentleman.
