The Race Director's Daughter (Sebastian Vettel)

56. A Born Romantic

"Seb! Any comment to make about your new contract?"

"Seb, how close were you to retiring?"

"Seb, don't you think that you should give up your seat for someone younger?"

Seb gripped Leah's hand tightly as they made their way back to the car. "You'd think they'd drop the retirement agenda now your new contract has been announced," Leah muttered, just loud enough for Seb to hear. He smiled. He knew that they wouldn't drop it. It was their favourite thing to ask him about. Anyone would think he was forty five rather than thirty five. Lewis was thirty seven, and Fernando forty one, but they never got asked about retirement. He'd got used to it over the last few years, but Leah was obviously pissed off.

They reached the white Vantage that Seb had for the weekend and climbed in.

"Twats," Leah said. "You'd think that after winning in Singapore, finishing third here and announcing a two year deal that they'd admit that you're still one of the best, but no. Arghhh!"

Seb chuckled. She was so hot when she was angry. "Baby, I'm used to it. I don't pay them any attention. Just ignore them."

Leah scowled. She knew Seb was right, she should ignore them, but she hated it when anyone ran Seb down. To her he was amazing and perfect. Just what was the media's problem?

"Three races. Three you've won this season. Multiple podiums, yet still they push their agenda." Seb sighed.

"Leah, please. The race weekend is done, let's forget it for now. Let's get back to the hotel. We'll get changed and then I have a surprise for you." Leah looked at him, curious about the surprise.

"What?" she asked, a grin appearing. "Is it worth changing? Does it involve getting naked?" Seb snorted. Leah's sex drive was through the roof since she'd confronted Aaron. They'd had sex every day since leaving Heppenheim, apart from the Fridays and Saturdays of race weekends, and he loved it!

"Oh, you definitely need to get changed. A nice dress would be perfect, we're going out."

"Where? Please don't say the afterparty! I know I'm greedy, but I want you to myself.  I've had to share you all weekend basically."

"You'll find out later. It's not the afterparty though. And you will have me very much to yourself Miss Chandler-Webb."

He pulled out of the car park and headed in the direction of their hotel. They soon arrived and Leah headed straight for the shower. He'd already showered at the circuit, so while she was in there he changed into a pair of smart black trousers and a white button down shirt. He undid the buttons at the cuffs and rolled the sleeves up to his elbows. He rooted through his suitcase and found his smart black leather shoes that he'd packed. He debated whether to wear a tie or not, but decided against it.

He'd just finished putting his shoes on when the bathroom door opened and Leah came out wrapped in a towel. She went to her case and began looking through it. Noticing how Seb was dressed she frowned to herself. What should she wear? Seb was dressed up! She hadn't brought any posh stuff with her. In the end she settled for a pale pink midi sundress and a pair of flat white sandals. Seb disappeared into the bathroom to sort his hair out.

"Where are we going?" Leah called out to him.

"You'll find out when we get there," he replied. He walked out of the bathroom and all Leah wanted to do was rip his clothes off and spend the evening in bed.  He'd styled his hair for once and she could smell that sexy citrus aftershave of his that she loved. He stopped as he saw her, his eyes shining with his love for her. "Du bist wunderschön meine Prinzessin," he murmured.