The cigarette hung from his lips as he sat in the balcony of their hotel room. She stood in the doorway that led to the balcony watching him take a drag from his cigarette. Her biggest rival was railing her, not even 20 minutes ago. She had on a robe that barely covered her ass he watched her standing there. He smirked, offering her the cigarette. She shook her head no. The only thing she could think of was the band Cigarettes After Sex. He only had his boxers on. A light breeze blew through as the sun started to set. They're in Australia for the Australian grand prix. They shouldn't be sleeping together since she's a Mercedes driver and he's a Red Bull driver if either of their team principals found out they'd loose their fucking minds. He smirked, watching her nipples pebble as the breeze blows past her Max: Kitten, come here. he said, motioning with one finger as he took a drag of his cigarette