Chapter Twenty Four – Seoul Friday Night #2
“I’m not going to tell you that,” I said, shaking my head.
“I want to help. I might be able to get you what you need. But I have to be careful… my job depends on it.”
“Are you serious?” I didn’t dare hope this was anything but a trap. Why would anyone from the FIA want to help me expose their own cheating?
“I am.”
I had no idea if I could trust her, but offers like this hadn’t exactly been forthcoming until now. I couldn’t afford to turn down her offer if there was any hope of it being genuine.
A bartender approached me and I ordered a glass of red wine. I leaned slightly closer to the woman and kept my voice low.
“I need someone to go on the record. And download logs of Obsidian’s mapping software.”
“Done. The logs, at least.” She slid one hand across the bar and slipped a folded piece of paper under my fingers. I glanced around and swiftly concealed the paper.
The bartender placed my drink in front of me and I turned to ask the woman if I could buy her a drink, but she’d already vanished like smoke.
I paid for mine and moved away from the bar to unfold the slip of paper.
It simply read: Some Gavit. 9am. I had to assume that was tomorrow.
I was familiar with the large floating building on the Han River. It was iconic.
I tucked the paper into my purse and made for the stairs up to the balcony level. My heart was thudding all the way up into my throat. This could be exactly the breakthrough I needed. Or I could be walking right into a trap.
At the foot of the stairs was a rotund bouncer in front of a red rope. I clucked my tongue, certain he wouldn’t let me through. As I approached, he looked me up and down and before I could say a word, he lifted the rope and stood aside for me.
I smiled appreciatively and passed him, climbing the glass staircase carefully on my three inch heels. The mezzanine was full of F1 people; drivers, mechanics, PR people. I kept my head down and made straight for that last pod, hoping no one recognised me.
When I got to the pod, I slid the door open a crack and peeked inside. Aleks was sitting there, watching the door and a small smile tugged the corner of his mouth on seeing me. I slipped inside and closed the door.
The little pod glowed with slowly changing pink and blue lights.
“Hi,” he said, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.
“Hi,” I said with a grin. I put my wine on the table and slid onto the curved sofa beside him.
“You look gorgeous, very sparkly.”
“Thanks,” I said, suddenly embarrassed. “It’s not mine. I didn’t pack anything suitable for clubbing. So I had to borrow this.”
“Well, I would never have known.” He pulled me closer and captured my mouth with his.
His arm snaked around my side, pulling my body flush with his.
I wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and deepened the kiss.
My heart was pounding for a whole new reason now.
This was by far the biggest risk we’d taken, greater even than that first kiss in the Obsidian showroom.
Anyone could walk in and catch us like this and what would that mean for both of us?
My impartiality would be shot. He’d be considered to be fraternising with the enemy.
What we were doing was crazy, but the chemistry between us was too irresistible to fight.
I pulled back just enough to catch my breath. He rested his forehead lightly against mine, and for a moment we just breathed each other in. The thud of the bass from the dance floor below was muffled by the pod walls, like we’d stepped into a different world.
“Rough day?” he murmured, eyes half-lidded, fingers tracing idle patterns on my waist.
I laughed softly. “You have no idea.”
“Wanna talk about it?”
I shook my head. “Not even a little.”
“So what do you want?”
I looked at him—really looked at him. At the tension coiled in his shoulders, the desire simmering in those ice-blue eyes. And I realised I didn’t want answers, or leads, or logic.
I just wanted to feel something that wasn’t pressure.
“I want to forget,” I said, voice barely a whisper. “Just for a little while.”
He understood instantly. The way his hand tightened on my hip, the way his mouth parted, the way he didn’t speak—just let me take what I needed.
I shifted, slowly, sliding down from the sofa until I was kneeling on the plush carpet between his legs. His breath caught.
“Elena…” His voice was taut with warning—and want.
I looked up at him, hands already skimming over his thighs. “Let me do this, Champion.”
He unfastened his trousers and tugged himself free.
This was reckless. I knew it. He knew it. But in this glowing, dreamlike pod, the risk felt miles away. I moved forward and took him into my mouth.
Aleks’s hands threaded into my hair and he drew a sharp breath as I closed my lips around him and sucked hard. I ran one hand up his stomach, the other slipped around the base of his cock, gripping it firmly as I began to bob my head.
I had all the power and I could draw his pleasure from him at will.
Slow, then quicker, then slower again, enjoying every gasp and moan he tried to contain.
He was so warm and hard in my mouth, and this man of ice and control was melting under my ministrations.
I couldn’t help but heat up inside myself with the rush of pleasure I took from this.
His grip on my hair tightened and I knew I was bringing him to the brink. His breath quickened and his thighs tightened on either side of me.
“Fuck, Elena,” he snarled. His hands gripped my hair, tugging me back but I planted my hands on his thighs, holding him down.
I took him the deepest I had yet, right to the back of my throat.
He moaned as his length swelled inside my mouth.
His release spilled onto my tongue and I kept sucking, swallowing it down.
I used my tongue to massage the underside of his cock and moaned with pleasure as I took it all.
With one final gulp, I lifted off him and looked up into his face. His head was resting against the back of the sofa, his eyes closed. With a grin, I crawled up into his lap, straddling him. His hands lifted lazily to my hips and rested there. He opened one eye and peered at me.
“Where did you learn to do that?”
“Oh, if I told you that I’d have to kill you.” I grinned down at him and kissed the tip of his nose. He chuckled, his chest heaving.
“Shall we go back to my hotel room so I can repay the favour?” He lifted his head and squeezed my hips.
“That sounds perfect. But we shouldn’t leave together. Fuck!” I leapt off him and straightened my skirt. “Caroline! I totally abandoned her out there. She might be looking for me.”
He hurriedly dressed himself and got to his feet.
“Don’t worry. Go and find her. Meet me outside.”
“Okay.” I leaned in for a quick kiss, then slipped back out of the pod.
No one so much as glanced my way, so I made my way as calmly as I could to the top of the stairs.
I stopped and scanned the floor below. I finally spotted her on the dance floor having the time of her life.
Wait, was that Matteo Ramos she was dancing with? Good for her.
Satisfied that she wasn’t particularly missing me, I pulled out my phone and tapped a quick message excusing myself. Knackered hun. Heading back to the hotel. Have fun!
I set off down the steps and headed for the cloakroom to collect my coat. The slip of paper my new source had given me was tucked in my purse where I left it and I made extra certain it was secure before heading outside.
It had been quite a night. And it wasn’t over yet.