The soft tunes of Lady in Red travelled through my apartment. I was fighting with an earring, staring at my reflection in the mirror in my room. Many things were crossing my mind, like sharp daggers would go through tender flesh. Was I excited? Scared? Hopeful? I couldn't get a thing through the mess of emotions already intoxicating my mind.

It wasn't usual for me to get all fussed over some date with a man. Men didn't surprised me. But I was so curious about Ayrton. The way emotions showed on his beautiful countenance but not his eyes. Those eyes hid everything as a defense mechanism, unlike many I had seen. He was kind of a mystery, and I was hoping to unravel it. I only needed some time.

Ten minutes before 8 my doorbell rang. I quickly stood up, whispering a swear as I tried to finish setting my earring in place, checking on my lipstick and putting on my shoes. I realized they were the same black patent leather platforms I wore for the gala last night, but it was too late for a change.

I arrived in front of my door in a rush, stopping for two seconds to run my hands through my black satin dress in an attempt to soothe myself. I grabbed my keys and opened the door. Ayrton was waiting, a few feets away, hands on his pockets. He smiled as he saw me, already nervous enough to have a rough time closing my own door.

"Hi. Sorry for the wait." I said, walking towards him. His smile pronounced on his lips. "Oh no, I just...you look very pretty." His eyes travelled through the lenght of my body, devouring everything apart in a matter of seconds. "Well, you too sir." I looked at him showing a shy smile, trying not to look so anxious. He leaned forward slowly kissing my cheek, caressing my left arm with warm fingers for a moment, air stucking in my chest not able to release it. His fingers trailed down to hold my hand as we walk towards a shiny red Honda SNX. What's with red cars and men?

I felt a little bashful, feeling Ayrton's hand on mine. It was clear he was a physical person, having only met once as to hold my hand like that. "I hope you like this restaurant. I haven't been there, but for once I decided to took Gerhard's advice." He started the car, and I enjoyed watching him drive outside the race track. "Well, we know who it is to blame in that case." I laughed softly. I'm not a good small talker, particularly in first dates. I looked down at my knees, I could feel Ayrton's smile.

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Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. The tablecloth was silver. The faint reflection of the champagne dancing on it. The food was super good, Ayrton was such a gentleman. I mean, the dinner was going so nice, but I was feeling so anxious. I could feel him closer and closer, his smile only an inch away. I could feel his eyes on me, and oh my God, that stare. So deep, so warm. My hands were sweating, the background voices and laughs slowly fading away. I could feel Ayrton's hand on my knee, slowly caressing my skin.

"I figured, I mean, I could feel you have your differences, but I've seen you two...after racing. I know you are friends." I looked at him, my stare stopping for two seconds or three on his lush lips. "I care about Alain so much, I know we sometimes differ...we disagree sometimes but yes, we are friends outside the track."

His eyes were locked on mine, his smile so genuine and open. It was like having a little trip to his bare soul. I could tell he didn't talk often about these things.

Silence. Stares on each other, sparkles in between. Ayrton's fingers trailing small circles around me thigh. I slowly tilted my head forward, his stare closer and closer until I shutted my eyes close and I met his lips. It was soft at first, but forceful, deliberated. His mouth slowly opened and I could feel his tongue caressing mine, his lips fitting so well on my lips. My mouth dropping open and it felt oh so good, a low hungry moan escaping from my chest and I didn't intend to show how much it liked me, his sweet mouth on mine.

Ayrton panted in my mouth, his head sliding to his left shoulder, his right hand pressing my neck softly. His mouth was sliding wetly over mine, my body pressed against his, my heart beating loudly in my ears. With a wet slipping sound Ayrton broke the kiss, resting his forehead on mine. "Delicious." His voice soft and low as he caressed my cheek, his eyes still shut. I was panting softly, he could feel my hot breath on his skin.

He smiled as we sat up straight. He sild his left arm letting it rest on the back of my chair giving him space to stroke my shoulder. "Mmm I think I want something with chocolate."