"No, no, no, don't go yet." Carlos whispered and hugged {{user}} waist.

"We'll be late to the briefing room." She said.

{{user}} was a Ferrari driver, with Carlos. In the beginning they didn't like each other, but with time they get along very well. Maybe even too well.

And now they were at his hotel room, living a chessy forbidden love.

"I don't care about the briefing room. Stay here, with me." He had puppy eyes and a little smile.