“I have no idea what you're talking about.”
He grinned, tilting his head toward my phone. “Mate, you just looked at your screen like it personally offended you.”
“It didn't.”
“It did,” he said, way too smug. “Dubois?”
I said nothing.
Marco whistled. “Ohhh, yeah. You're in trouble.”
I grabbed my tea and chugged the rest of it, thinking maybe it would help. It didn't. I was still fucking thinking about her. And I had a feeling she knew it, because my phone's display lit up. I snatched it from the table before Marco could see.
Aurélie
I could say the same to you, Fraser. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you enjoyed it. But I do know better, because I felt it, so…
That was it. That was the message that nearly fucking ended me.
My grip locked around my phone. Jaw clenched, thighs tense, cock aching like she'd touched me again. Enjoyed it? Fuckingenjoyed it?
We were not having this conversation right now. Not here. Not with Marco sipping his coffee and watching me fall apart like I was somepitlanepunchline.
I needed to pivot. Fast. Before I lost control and said something I couldn't take back.
Don’t push too hard in FP2. Wouldn’t want you to embarrass me.
There. Safe. Neutral. That was me pretending I hadn't spent half the morning thinking about how her body felt against mine. And for a second, I thought I'd won.
Talking about work should steer us into lighter territory. I should be focusing on the next practice session anyway.
Aurélie
Wouldn’t dream of it. Gotta let you have your moment of glory while it lasts. You know, because you haven’t had enough of those.
Bring it, Dubois. Just don’t get used to standing above me on the podium.
I sent the message and locked my phone, dropping it onto the table like it burned me.
Marco laughed suddenly. “I don't think I've ever seen you look that flustered.”
“I'm not flustered,” I snapped. Too fast. Too sharp.
Marco just laughed harder. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that. I've never seen you blush before.”
I clenched my teeth and muttered, “I need a fucking drink.”
Marco smirked. “More like someone better to do.”
And then her final message came through.
Aurélie
Above you, under you. What’s better if I’m winning both ways?
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
Marco peered over my shoulder. “Oh, you're so fucked.”
