Six Inch - [Lando Norris]

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Lando stood in front of the window, looking over the Spanish city which has a bright nightlife. Everywhere lights were on and people were out for dinner, going out to party and dance all night. The Principal hotel had offered him only the best suite on the top floor and of course it was five stars and nothing less. Lando was waiting for Carlos' driver to pick him up. His partner had said he was delighted to hear that Natalya had invited him to come to her exclusive show and that he was more than happy to arrange anything to make the night unforgetable. Although he knew he didn't need much more than a good cocktail and the gorgeous blonde that recently started to work at Sainz' club. His phone rang and without having a look at who's name was on the caller ID, he picked it up. "Yeah?". Lando answered. "Norris, you didn't get on the jet with us". Max Verstappen stated. "I didn't". Lando simply replied with a shrug of his shoulders, his other hand pushed into the pocket of his slacks. "I received a private invitation of Natalya". He explained then, causing some chuckles to sound on the other side of the conversation. "I see, chasing the Russian dancer". Max said.

"I'm making her chase me, Max. Soon she won't be working in Madrid anymore". Lando gnawed at his bottom lip at the thought. He would surely gain popularity in London if he could have Natalya at one of his clubs. "In your dreams". Max laughed. "I don't think a woman like her is chasing a man, even if it's you". "Thanks for your confidence". Lando mocked. "Anyway, see you later". Max ended the call after that and Lando shook his head at his close friend and partner. He slid his phone into his pocket again. "Mr. Norris? The driver is here". One of his guards announced and Lando nodded, taking the jacket that belonged to his suit and he pushed his arms through the sleeves. Lando got out of his hotel room and his luggage was loaded into the car already. He wasn't going to stay another night, however he was going to fly back when he wanted to this evening. His pilot would wait for his call and his jet was standby all night. Lando went down to the lobby with the elevator, shooting a smile at the lady at the reception before he grinned at himself and he walked out of the exit. The black Mercedes was parked near the pavement and the driver opened the door as soon as Lando neared it.

Lando thanked him with a simple nod, sitting on the right side next to the door and he pulled his phone out of his pocket again when the car started to drive. He catched up on some text messages he had been ignoring till now and he briefly reloaded his email to see what had come in. His eyebrows rose at the amount, he really couldn't catch a break of three days. His assistent had send him the schedule for the upcoming week, which included a visit of his eastern partners. But no thinking about work now. Lando leaned his elbow on the door of the car, resting his chin on his hands as he thought about Natalya. He was curious to see what the private dance would include, what she was going to do and how much of her he was going to see tonight. Even though they hadn't spoken much last night, he found her interesting and he was curious to know more about her if their different lives let him. At the same time he knew it wasn't the most clever decision to get invested in a woman. He was young and he was constantly working, which was a reason why Max had broken up with his girlfriend a couple months ago as well. "Señor? Estamos aquí". [We're here]. Lando didn't understand a word of what he said, but the car stopped, so he got out.

Lando didn't need to tell his name to the bouncer for him to know that Lando was allowed into the club at any time he wanted. The hot air of the people in the club blew into his face and it made him unbutton one of the upperbuttons of his blouse and he took his jacket off, handing it to the man at the garderobe to let him hang it somewhere. Lando looked around, he didn't see Natalya anywhere, so he sat down at a stool at the bar. Most of the guests of the club were either dancing at the floor or up at the VIP lounges. "Hola guapo". One of the waitresses came up to him, leaning her elbows on the bar and her bossom was pushed up slightly. Lando's eyebrows briefly rose. "Can I get you something?". She asked in English now, sensing he probably wasn't speaking Spanish. "A vodka martini, please". He replied and she nodded slowly, looking at him for a second as she nibbled on her lower lip. A soft sigh left the woman's mouth when he already turned his head away from her, his eyes searching for Natalya between the people. "There you go, handsome". The waitress put the cocktail glass in front of him. "It's on the house". She purred and he nodded at her, as if he couldn't afford to pay for it.