After the Hate Has Gone (Sebastian Vettel)

9. Desert Dreams

She lay on her front by the side of the pool. The hot sun was beating down. The man knelt by her side. He squirted the sunscreen into his hand. She flinched from the coldness as he began to rub it onto her back. She felt on fire, but not from the sun. His touch was setting her alight.

He knew exactly what he was doing to her, moving his hand lower and lower until it was skimming the top of her bikini bottoms. She felt so turned on. And he hadn't even touched anywhere 'private'. She gave a little moan.

"What's wrong Liebling?" the man asked. She turned her head to look at him. And came face to face with the smug, grinning face of Sebastian Vettel.

Lottie shot upright in bed. The sweat was dripping off of her. It was uncomfortably hot here in Bahrain, and the dream she had just had made things even hotter. The git was even invading her dreams now. She got out bed and visited the bathroom. Why was she dreaming about him? He was the last person she wanted to dream about.

"Argggh," she cursed. Tomorrow she was going to see him again and she just knew he was going to be an insufferable pig. She got back into bed and tried to sleep but sleep eluded her.

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Seb was struggling to keep his eyes open as Antti droned on and on about some new diet he wanted to put Seb on. He had barely slept all night thanks to some x-rated dreams that had haunted him every time he dropped off. And today he was going to see the star of his dreams.

He suddenly felt a bit mischievous. If she didn't want to talk then maybe he might revert back to baiting her. That had been so much fun back at Red Bull. She was so easy to wind up. Yeah, sounded like a plan.

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Lottie sat eating lunch with Sophie outside the assigned Aston Martin hospitality building. She'd gone for a salad, but hadn't been able to resist a strawberry cream tart. It didn't hurt to have a treat every now and again. Sophie was telling her that she and Joel had set the date for their wedding. They were getting married in summer break.

Lottie was over the moon for them. They'd been friends all those years ago and she'd stayed in touch on social media. They were now her closest friends. Her childhood friends had all moved away or never had the time to meet up.

"Look at what we have here Lance," she heard the familiar voice say. "Feeding time at the zoo." She tried to ignore him, she really did but it was impossible.

"Look in the mirror if you wanna see a zoo exhibit." Sophie snorted, trying to hold her laughter in. Lance grinned.

"You tell him girl. " Seb smirked, then his arm shot out, grabbing Lottie's cream tart and splattered it right on her nose. He then legged it as fast as he could. Lance doubled over laughing.

"I'm gonna bloody kill that man!" Lottie roared, absolutely livid. Seb had disappeared halfway down the paddock. He knew he'd have to steer well clear of her now. She'd be gunning for revenge. Lottie used a napkin to clean most of the cream off before heading to the toilets to wash the rest off. How immature of him! Well, if this was how it was going to play out...if Sebastian Vettel wanted war, he'd got it.

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Seb made sure he avoided being within striking distance of her for the rest of testing. The minute she had finished with her camera, he was out of there. He knew she was busy plotting his downfall.

After testing finished he flew home for a while rather than stay in Bahrain. It was a bit too hot for his liking. He knew Lance was staying there as were several other drivers. He had no idea what Lottie was doing, and he didn't particularly care. He was over fantasising about what he could never have. Instead, he was going to have some fun at her expense.