Off the Track Series, Book 1
Amelia has a last name that opens doors. A last name she didn't ask for, but can never shake. A legacy. Legacy be damned, she wants to make it on her own. And she has. After years at EPSN, she lands the job of a lifetime...
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Ever the gentleman, Daniel even insists on personally dropping me off at the airport before I head to Singapore. He doesn't kiss me goodbye or get out of the truck, and honestly I wouldn't want him to. With Daniel it, it isn't like with Charles at all. It isn't all consuming or intense, it's light and fun and free.
I don't feel his eyes on me from around the room burning on my skin, but I hear his laughter and it's contagious.
No secrets, and we were clear from the beginning. He doesn't want anything serious or public and I feel the same. I haven't mentioned Jay, but Jay and I haven't even exchanged as little as a text message since Bahrain. I'm not even sure we are together anymore... Fairly sure we aren't.
But hey, he's still liking my Instagrams if that counts for anything.
After the restful week in Australia, I'm feeling absolutely psyched on my first grid walk alone. The only real concern I have comes from interviewing Charles after he takes P3.
In the past he's been cordial, but always made sure to look at Ted alone. Thankfully live TV has a tendency of bringing the best in people for a few minutes at least.
I breeze through the interviews with Max and Lewis, forcing myself not to look at Charles until it's his turn. I can feel his eyes on me, intense as ever but I'm doing my absolute damnest to remain as professional as I can.
Holy hell, the man looks good in red. I push back the thoughts and say instead, "Fantastic race Charles, another Ferrari podium. How does it feel?" I ask, holding the mic to him as if he was any other drivers. As if he didn't make me feel things I'd never felt in my life.
"It feels fantastic," He takes a deep breath, starting to smile at me. Progress. "The team made some excellent calls with the one tire strategy so even with the bad start we were able to have a great race."
I can't help but smile back at him, relieved at the ice breaking between us "First street circuit of the year, and it seemed like the car struggled a bit with the corners. Any changes the team will want to make moving forward?"
"I don't think so, we have a fantastic this season but this is just a very difficult circuit to pass and we," He gives me a twice over I can't miss, telling me he thinks I look good without a word passing "got a bit close at times. But overall very happy."
"As you should be, congratulations Charles. Thank you."
And just like that he's off. No more, no less.
Another weekends work is over. I know I'll see him tonight, and I can't help but wonder if he'll speak to me.
I know tonights going to be a crazy party with both Mick and Alex's birthdays just having passed, everyone wanted to get together to celebrate. Sparkles are calling my name again so I opt for my disco ball pants and like always, my signature black in a cropped top.
