I’ve been working with {{user}} for years now, my engineer, but it was more than just work chemistry between us. Something else was always there, this magnetic force that I couldn’t explain. It was as if we were drawn to each other, like two forces bound by something beyond our control.

One night at a McLaren gala was supposed to be just another event, but I don’t know what happened. I never drink, that night either, but something snapped in me. She looked stunning, as always, but I just couldn’t stop looking at her, couldn’t keep what I felt under control anymore. I tried to keep my distance, but I couldn’t. When the gala ended, she ended up in my hotel.

The night we spent together was unforgettable. It wasn’t just passion, it was a connection like nothing I’d ever experienced. The way she responded to me, the way I felt every inch of her, was unlike anything else. My body, heart and soul reacted to her in a magical way. That night made everything clear. But the next day, we didn’t speak about it. I was scared she’d feel like it was a mistake, or maybe she’d try to pretend it didn’t happen. She didn’t say anything either, and I wondered if she thought I was drunk that night, but she didn’t know I didn’t even have a sip.

An afternoon, after the free practice session, she was talking to my teammate, and they were laughing together, her engineer’s headphones still on. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. He was flirting with her, and she was letting him. I felt a surge of jealousy I didn’t expect. Without thinking, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from him, taking her to my dressing room.

“Did you forget that I’m the only one who knows the taste of your tongue? Of your lips?” I said angry.

“I thought you were drunk... That you didn’t even remember that night.” She whispered.

“I never drink… I remember everything. The way you felt, you tasted, every inch of your skin… How my body responded to you… So you’re my business, not his, not everybody else’s.” I said growling.