Six Inch - [Lando Norris]

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         Lando let his eyes glide over her as she walked with him to their lounging booth in Carlos' club. Her eyes were alert when they crossed his and he almost felt like he wasn't allowed to stare at her. Lando sat down in his seat and Natalya sat next to him, strands of her hair falling down her shoulders. "Do you want something to drink, gorgeous?". Lando asked, his lips nearly brushing over her earlobe as he leaned towards her to be audible over the loud music that was now playing. "Sure, surprise me". Natalya replied, not leaning back as he gazed down at her face. The British mobster slowly nodded, his hand raising to draw the attencion of one of the waiters that walked around in the VIP Lounge of Carlos' club. Natalya looked at him as he leaned back in his seat, speaking to the waitress who was visibly getting flattered when he spoke to her. Her eyes drifted down the expensive suit he was wearing, as she had grabbed the lapels of his jacket earlier during her perfomance. The white button up he was wearing pulled taught around his broad, muscled chest and his strong neck and sharp jawline were clearly visible while his head was still turned to the waitress.

"You're new here, as Carlos mentioned". Lando stated, watching her cross her long legs over each other and her hands rested on her thighs. The sparkly dress she was wearing was slightly distracting and he fought the urge to divert his gaze to her full cleavage that left barely anything to his imagination as the v-line was deep. "I am". Natalya nodded. "I started working for him a month ago". She continued. "I see". Lando hummed. "Where are you from?". He asked next. "Novosibirsk, Russia". His eyebrow rose. "I've never heard of that before". Lando chuckled and she let out a soft laugh. "It's closer to the border of Kazakhstan and Mongolia than Moscow". She informed him. "What brought you here?". Lando asked next, intrigued by the Russian blonde. "Dancing". She simply replied. "I'd rather get admired by rich mobsters than drunk Russian men".  A smile curved her Russian red lips and it caused Lando to grin at her response. "That's most likely already being fulfilled. Carlos owns the best club of our society". Lando said. "The mafia society, cute". Natalya cocked her head sideways and it made him snort. "You're living in Madrid now, I assume". Lando said.

"Obviously". Natalya nodded. "It's included in my contract anyway so I'm living here as long as I'm working for Mr. Sainz". She said. Their conversation paused when the waiter returned with their order. Lando took the glasses from her, handing Natalya one of them. "You got him to add commodation into your contract?". Lando asked, a little surprised on why Carlos would spend so much money on one of his employees in the business that wasn't even his largest income. "If he wants me to change my life completely and move from one side of the world to the other for him, he can show me how much he wants me in his business". Natalya said, taking a hold of the straw of her drink and she put it between her lips. "You apparently convinced him enough". Lando replied. "Jealous?". Natalya replied and he chuckled again, briefly looking away from her and she could sense she was slightly right. "So far we have only talked about me and my life". Natalya said, rather enjoying the sweet drink he had chosen for her. "I'm used to men like you being full of themselves and only talking about money and their business". Lando's hand moved up to his heart.

"Ouch, darling". Her teeth dug into her lower lip for a split second as she looked at him when the petname rolled off his tongue in a way that made her heart skip a beat. "I'm from London, one of the few gentlemens among the mob". Lando said. "Born there, living there, working there. Nothing much to add". He continued and Natalya looked at his face in the dimmed lights. His attitude had changed and the look in his eyes slightly hardened. He didn't like to speak about himself. "I see". Natalya replied, deciding to not push his buttons at the first try. She had to admit, she thought he would be more easy to open, but he was alert. "Do you like coming to Madrid, Mr. Norris?". She purred and a small smile curled her lips when his features softened a little again. "It's a great city. I like it here. Especially when the meetings end up here". Lando said, his fingers trailing over the bare skin of her thigh. Lando watched her eyes sparkle in the soft light of the lounge, her lipstick as perfect in place as when they met an hour ago. She was so enthralling and he loved her intelligent replies. "How did you end up in business with Mr. Sainz?". Natalya asked, her hand shifting to support her head.