PitlaneSitter
"You think I'm your next PR project?" His voice was low, edged with defiance.
His sharp eyes locked onto mine, unblinking, daring me to back down. I met his stare with a calm I didn't feel.
"Sweetheart, I'll chew you up and smile for the camera." I told him without blinking. A slow, crooked smile tugged at his lips.
Arvid Lindblad -Red Bull Racing's untouchable prodigy, and a walking storm of sarcasm and silence.
I was hired to tame his wild image, to make him smile for the cameras. He warned me I'd be chewed up. I told him I don't scare easily.
And worst of all?
He knew exactly how to push my buttons.