Are you scared?

11. Oh my~

Opening the door to my garage always felt like getting in your bed after a long day. Not with Francesco breathing down my neck. With Francesco this close and with dimmed lights, it felt- almost intimate.

"So you're gonna show Francesco your collection?" His hot breath on my neck made me shiver. I made a hurried step forward, creating distance between us. Bastard.
"Collection is a strong word. I have a few of the same models. I'm a sucker for Chevrolet." I said quietly, as if not to disturb the atmosphere. It felt almost wrong to talk louder than a whisper. "Chevrolet? Why from all the brands-" "It's comfortable, fast and unapologetically sexy. I wanted a car that would represent me in every way possible, even the more-" I turned to Francesco with one hand on my red beauty - Corvette C6.R "hidden side." I said in a calm voice before pulling out my keys. The sound of the keys made me hold my breath - obnoxious, rude and unwelcomed. It ruined the atmosphere.
"And what hidden side does McQueen have?" Francesco held my hand before taking the keys. The touch lingered on my hand as I watched Francesco walk around the hall. His face gave nothing away, rather the opposite.
Is he playing with me?
"If you win and ask me as one of your wishes, I'll tell you. I can't let you get info just because~ That ruins the fun, doesn't it?" I said with a grin on my lips. Getting this kind of attention from Francesco felt weirdly nice. I could enjoy more of it.
"And if you win? Francesco only heard what he could wish for. Francesco is quite curious about what McQueen wants." Francesco never looked up from the cars on display, yet I felt his gaze on my whole body. His presence made me shiver again.

Damn, my resolve at the beginning to not sleep with him was much weaker than I anticipated. Even the panic attack feels like a distant memory. I should've just told him I- Nevermind. I couldn't love him even if he wished for it - at least not yet. But I am in the mood for some fun.

"What McQueen wants?" I hummed before slowly walking towards Francesco. Despite the distance's shortness, it felt much farther. "He wants a lot of things. He wants everything and more, never less than infinity. McQueen is a greedy bastard that won't settle for ordinary." I whispered now, so close to Francesco I could feel his body heat. His breath slowly changed from calm to ragged. His body was betraying him right in front of me.
"Who made you so nervous, Francesco?" I whispered as I grabbed the keys from his hand and unlocked the car. The lights automatically lit up, giving me a clear view of Francesco's blush. "Was it the thought of what I might want? Oh my~" I giggled and sat in the passenger seat with a wide grin. The atmosphere got thicker once Francesco sat behind the wheel. He looked tense. To ensure I was giving him as much (and more) of his own medicine, I placed my hand on his thigh while I turned the key in the ignition. "Shall we practice, or are you feeling unwell?" I turned to face Francesco, still leaning above him with my hand on his thigh.

The saying goes that curiosity killed the cat, but I couldn't help wondering: will he do anything at all?

His hand - previously on the gearshift - moved slowly up my side to my ribcage. "Francesco is feeling well." His eyes slowly move to my lips with something hungry in them. "Are you sure?" In played concern, I placed my other hand on his neck to check if he didn't have a fever. "You are burning up," I said before pulling away and crossing my arms in a pouty gesture. "I want you in good health for the ride- I mean the race." I smiled at him.
Watching his muscles tense and relax made me realize how easy it would be for this man to pin me down. "McQueen, I warn you."

Oh, he started to use I instead of his name.

I forced confused doe eyes for him as I leaned closer. "I'm just worried our race could get cancelled tomorrow. I mean, we haven't even started to learn the trick!" I pouted with my gaze fixated on his clenched jaw.
I should stop with the teasing, but he didn't give me the reaction I wanted. Well, never mind, I'll get it some other time.

"Anyway, we should start with actually leaving the garage. We've been sitting here for about ten minutes, wasting time and gas." I gestured toward the purring car; it waited patiently to be used. My posture showed no signs of our conversation, yet I felt unbelievably hot and bothered. I can't wait to get home and take a cold shower. "Yes, yeah, we should do that." Francesco breathed out with audible restrain. Teasing him slowly became my new hobby.