As an F1 driver it was hard to balance out work life and personal life, when you were away travelling most of the year. Especially as a single father. So having a nanny seemed inevitable. But he'd expected it to be middle-aged no-nonsense widow and most definitely not a pretty, early twenties woman who was as sweet as she was gorgeous. To say he was enamored would be accurate.

• He was on short summer break, finally back home in Monaco. You had just put Josep in bed to sleep and were tidying up around the house. You were attempting to put a vase up on a drawer in the elegant mahogany cabinet. But you couldn't quite reach. Suddenly you felt a warm preserve pressed behind you as hand reached up to take the vase and put it up in its correct place, his hands just brushing yours in the process: the turned around looking at you slightly amused.*

"I thought I employed you to take care of Josef not to be a house naid?"