Six Inch - [Lando Norris]

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A/N: For extra feels have Golden by Harry Styles on repeat while reading this chapter :) I wanted Natalya's character to be a bit more open and 'soft' in this section, a badass female character is of course nice, but I think she can show other emotions too (:

Lando's alarm rung a little past eight in the morning and he turned to his side to press on the button and turn it off. He sighed and rested on his back, pushing the sheets a little further down his chest and he folded his hands behind his head. His mind went to Natalya, probably still asleep in the room at the end of the hallway. He thought of last night, the nice conversation they had during dinner and how she had teased him before she went upstairs. A small grin curled his lips. She surely is something. She intrigued him. Lando likes the curiosity that flickered over her face regarding to his work. He admires the confidence she wears as a second skin, her mouth seeming to put her thoughts to words on spot no matter what subject they were talking about. Natalya is intelligent and that in combination with her ethereal beauty, she was a lethal weapon on her own. Lando took his phone from his nightstand to quickly check if he had any important missed texts.

He reloaded his email and then decided to get out of bed, make sure the kitchen staff prepared breakfast before Natalya would be downstairs. Lando moved his fingers through his hair, not bothering to take a look at his hairdo while he slipped into some sweats and left his bed unmade. Lando walked out of his bedroom, the halls smelling clean and the floor looked spotless, telling him the cleaners have already done their main round through the house. Lando moved down the stairs, his hand sliding over the railing with his steps. He got around the corner and greeted George, who smiled back at him. "Oh, George". Lando stopped in his tracks. "Please tell the cleaners to not get into Natalya's room yet, she's probab-...". "She's awake, sir". George cut him off with a friendly tone. "She is?". Lando asked, surprised as he hadn't seen her around the house yet. "Yeah, she's in the kitchen". George nodded, chuckling at Lando's raised brows. Lando shook it off and made his way to the kitchen.

"So, these beans are brewed for him only?". He heard Natalya's voice. "They are!". One of the maids confirmed. "But why is it not just one kind of coffee brewed for him, like they are dedicating their whole company to him?". The maid was about to answer when her eyes crossed paths with Lando's. "Good morning, sir. Please, excuse me". She nodded gently before getting out of the kitchen. Natalya turned to him, dressed in an oversized shirt and some shorts, her hair in a messy, loose pony tail and her face bare from any makeup. And she still looked so beautiful it was nearly illegal. "Yes, the company is dedicating all of their work to me". Lando answered her last question that was left unanswered by the maid. "What do you think of it?". He asked, nodding towards her cup of coffee she was holding. "It's good". Natalya hummed, her crystal eyes looking up at him in a bright way. She briefly let her gaze rest on his naked upper body, which was shaped by the bumps and ridges of his defined muscles.

"I wasn't aware that you were awake". Lando said, clearing his throat. It made her look back up at his face, however no shame about how she was checking him out was visible on her face. "I've been up for a while, couldn't sleep anymore so I wandered through your apartment, got kept away from... certain rooms". She said, a playful smile showing up on her face as Pierre had guided away from some of the doors. "So, Pierre dumped me here to spend time waiting for you and Christine was nice enough to make some coffee. She asked about breakfast too, but I wanted to wait for you". Natalya said, making him nod in approval. "Alright". He said. "Did you sleep well?". Lando asked, shoving a stool back at the kitchen island. "Mhm". Natalya hummed while nibbling on her lower lip. She eyed the messy curls on top of his head, his small eyes that were still heavy with sleep and she nearly couldn't believe that this mobster was looking straight up cute. His hair looked fluffy and she would lie if she said she didn't want to rake her fingers through. His voice still sounded gravely and it caused the shivers to run up her spine.