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I’m sorry for my rather substantial leave of absence. If you are still here after all this time, thank you for your support. As an offering (or perhaps it’s more prudent to call it a bribe), here is a brief excerpt from an upcoming chapter: Friday, November 30th, 2018- Abu Dhabi, United Arab Emirates Abu Dhabi Grand Prix, The Yas Marina Circuit “What the fuck are you doing?” You hiss out, somehow managing to recover from the sharp intake of breath you’d sucked at the sudden warmth of Max’s hand on your hip, as you cut your eyes sideways at Max, who, by way of explanation, merely shrugs, “you can’t just do that.” “I just did,” Max responds simply. You open your mouth to protest, to demand he stop touching you right now, right this very instant, but he quickly waylays you, cutting you off before you have a chance to say a single thing, “people are watching us so just do your job and play along.” “No one is looking at us,” you retort, jerking your head dismissively and fighting valiantly to not give away just how off guard he’s just managed to have caught you, the heat of his palm bleeding through the thin weave of your top, “let go of me, Max.” As the grip his fingers have on your side deepens, his hold on you tightening until the rough, calloused surface of his fingertips are well and truly digging into your skin, as he leans into you, giving you a few, quick warning squeezes as you continue to speak, cautioning you to watch what you say and how exactly you say it.