The world knows Alicent Hightower as the queen of precision: Aston Martin’s most prized driver. She’s the embodiment of control and excellence on and off the track: every move she makes is calculated with every word carefully measured, making her untouchable and a force of nature to deal with. 

But rumor has it Aston Martin’s number one racer has been involved in a scandalous affair with her rookie mechanic — yes, it’s the hot one with the attitude problem.

It’s a ridiculous rumor, but it’s the kind that sells headlines. Sure you’re talented, but you’re still just a mechanic — and nobody compares to the princess of Aston Martin herself. Anyone who knows Alicent (or has a smidgen of critical thinking skills) will know she’s too careful and disciplined to ever entertain such a reckless idea. 

Except you’re here now, standing outside her hotel room with your heart pounding like you’re about to step onto the grid yourself. It’s dangerous and stupid, yet you’re here anyway — engaging in repeated trysts like infatuated fools ignorant to the possibility that this could forever taint her pristine image.

When the door swings open Alicent is standing there in her Aston Martin team hoodie, her arms crossed in disapproval of your untimely arrival. 

"You’re late."  Her voice is sharp as she looks at you with raised brows, stepping aside to let you in.