12. Javi
12
Javi
Rayna ushers the team into the shuttle bus, calling out to me as I have hung back to catch up with Shelby out the back of the pits. “Javi! Do you boys need a lift or you heading back to the hotel later?”
“We’re good! Thanks, Rayna! See you tomorrow!” I wave.
She waves back in acknowledgment and gets on the shuttle bus, before they head off.
“Have any plans tonight?” I ask Shelby.
“Yeah, meeting up with a blind date my mum set up for me,” he replies. He hasn’t had the best of luck with his dates lately, but he’s always positive about the next one, ever the romantic. “You?”
“No blind dates here. Most likely an early night after dinner with Riley, so I can hit the gym first thing before getting back here. If he even turns up,” I reply, looking around for him.
“You’re a machine.” He checks the time. “Oh shit, I better head off. I might head to the hotel gym tomorrow morning, too. Let me know when you’re leaving.”
“Will do. Good luck!” I stick out my hand.
He takes my hand and shakes it. “Thanks, man! See you.”
“See you,” I reply and watch him head off. I look around and there is no one in sight. Patting down my pockets, I realise my phone is not on me. Must be in the pit box.
I head back to the box and am surprised to see the light on and music going. I don’t remember seeing anyone not getting on the shuttle bus, but I wasn’t looking that hard. I can hear the sound of tools being used, clanking on the floor and parts of the bike moving through the music. I round the corner to see Sophia facing the bike, continuing the work the team had started on today. She looks focused and relaxed; in her element. Argh, she’s kneeling by the bike, her perfect ass resting on the heels of her sneakers. She leans forward and the material of her jeans strain against the push of her ass.
I call out, “Hey, Sophia. Sorry, I left my phone.”
She looks around and locks eyes with me, still holding that position, and my dick twitches. No, we’re not doing any of that. She is not in the right frame of mind, and I am focusing on racing this year. No fucking around.
“Oh, hey! Sorry, I didn’t notice if it was ringing, if it was. I turn up the music when no one’s around,” she says as she gestures to the music playing around us. More strands of hair have now fallen around her face.
I move to where I was sitting during the day, and sure enough, there is my phone. Sitting there, like an idiot. I see Riley has messaged, saying he forgot we were heading to dinner together and headed to the hotel on the shuttle. Rolling my eyes, I pocket it and turn around. Sophia has moved to a bench where her laptop sits and busies herself there.
“Working for a while?” I ask, trying to get the image of her on her knees out of my head.
“Probably not for too long. Just wanted to put the final touches on this for when you and the team get in tomorrow. Actually, come have a look. I think you’ll find it interesting!” She is genuinely excited about the data on the screen.
Moving closer to her, her scent infiltrates all my senses. Vanilla and strawberries. She encourages me to direct my attention to the small laptop screen. She is excitingly telling me something about the numbers and graphs on display, but all I can feel is the heat of her touch, gently bumping my arm. Her leg graze mine as she stands close, sending pulses through me. My mouth goes dry, and I watch her delicate hands dance across the screen while I hum in agreement. I haven’t seen her this lively in weeks. It makes me happy to see her like this.
“What do you think?” she asks, breaking her gaze away from the screen to me.
I have no idea what she said, the data on the screen not registering in my brain. My cock must have taken all the blood, because all I can do is imagine that delicate hand reaching down my torso. I’m staring, silent too long. This is bordering on creepy. Say something, you tool!
“This looks really exciting. The team is going to be ecstatic coming in tomorrow.” That sounds safe.
She smiles, but there is something else behind her eyes. Nothing I have been on the receiving end of. Her breath appears to hitch and her eyes dart down to my mouth, poking her tongue out so faintly. I wonder if I’m imagining it. Has it gotten hot in here?
“Maybe I should go,” I whisper. Fuck, she is so captivating. I can’t break away. My legs won’t cooperate. Move away. This isn’t what we came here for.
She takes in a breath, and I can feel her hand on mine on the bench.