The Race Director's Daughter (Sebastian Vettel)

21. Their First Date (2)

Leah bit carefully into her hot dog.  She was so worried about the chilli shooting out and landing on her dress. Maybe this hadn't been the best of ideas.  

She made her way through the first bite.   Then the second. Then the third. It was going good so far.  And it was so delicious.  She heard Seb curse. 

She looked up at him across the table and snorted with laughter as she saw him trying to clean chilli off of his polo shirt with a paper napkin.  

"It's not funny!" he protested, trying to keep the smile off of his face. 

"It is," Leah insisted. "It's usually me that does things like that. It's good to see someone else do it for a change."

Seb stood up and stripped his polo shirt off.  Suddenly Leah didn't feel like laughing any more.  Her eyes were glued to the magnificent sight that was in front of her. 

He was the definition of perfection. His chest was muscular and tanned, he'd obviously spent some time shirtless in the sun.   A sprinkle of hair covered his chest and Leah wondered what it would feel like underneath her palms. 

Her eyes moved lower, taking in his  rock hard abs and the trail of hair surrounding his navel that disappeared below the waistband of his jeans. 

Seb began to breathe faster as he noticed Leah checking him out.  It was such a turn on seeing her eyes devouring him. He felt a stirring between his legs. Shit!  This was not the time or place to get a hard on.

Leah looked up and they made eye contact. She knew he'd caught her eyeing him up. She blushed slightly and picked up her glass of water. She took a sip.

She picked up her hot dog and took another bite. Then the inevitable happened. A blob of chilli shot out of the bun and landed on the front of her dress, just over her right breast.

Seb spluttered with laughter. Leah laughed too despite her annoyance that she'd probably just ruined her new dress.

"You should take it off and I can get the hotel to get it cleaned. They have a laundry service," Seb said after he'd finished laughing. He saw the horrified look on her face. "I don't mean in front of me. Don't panic. I can lend you some shorts and a T-shirt to wear. I'm sure I packed a pair of drawstring ones that you can tighten."

He jumped up and went inside. He came back a minute later with a pair of navy blue shorts and a plain white T-shirt. "Here, go and change.  Bring the dress back to me. I'll ring down to reception to get it collected."

Leah smiled her thanks, took the shorts and T-shirt and headed inside to the bathroom. 

As she closed the door behind her the first thing she noticed was the smell.  She inhaled the scent she'd smelt on Seb earlier.  She bit her lip as she saw a pair of his boxers on the floor.  He hadn't tidied up totally, she thought. smiling to herself. 

She quickly changed out of the dress and pulled Seb's shorts and T-shirt on.  She tied the drawstring up and felt certain that they wouldn't fall down.  

Picking the dress up she headed back out to Seb.  He'd come in from the balcony and was stood in the lounge holding a brown paper bag.

"Pop it in there. They said to hang it on the door handle. Someone will be up to get it."  She dropped the dress into the bag which already contained Seb's polo shirt. She had her doubts about whether the dress would come clean but it was worth a try. 

Seb opened the door and hung the bag on the handle.  He shut the door and headed into the bedroom. He emerged, pulling a burgundy T-shirt on.  Leah felt disappointed but she knew it was probably a good idea. Any more of his body and she'd have been a quivering mess.