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“So Georgia, that win in Monaco, quite spectacular, if I do say so myself.”And he did –clearly.“For Luca to win his home race, and then you to win yours… you really are quite the Formula 1 power couple right now.” I wasn’t sure if there was a question hidden in there somewhere, so I just nodded, trying to keep my eyes on Luca's photoshoot, silently begging for it to be over soon so he could relieve me from this nightmare.
“It’s been an exciting couple of weeks,” I responded, trying to find my voice. Mark was so intently looking at me, like he was observing every move I was making through a microscope. I felt as though his eyes were piercing my soul, trying to read all of my deepest and most private thoughts.
“Tell me, the world sees you and Luca at these races; you both walk around hand in hand, but you spend most of the time in your own garages and prepping for the races or meeting with sponsors who have flown in. What does Georgia and Luca look like off the track? What does a boring Wednesday look like in your lives?”
Ahh, the question I knew was coming eventually. I let my eyes glance one more time at Luca, who was still going through the photoshoot stills, likely trying to decide which one made his beautiful brown eyes pop more. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for just a second, letting myself think for a moment. I could answer this alone.I didn’t need a man to help me.
“We’re like any other couple,” I said simply.
“Oh, come on, I don’t believe that. What do you do for fun? How do you guys relax?”The more I thought about those questions, the more I realized I didn’t actually know. What did Luca do for fun? I thought back to all of our conversations in the paddock and at the hotels. We hadn’t discussed much else besides racing.
“We like to play chess,” I responded finally. “Luca is an amazing player; we often try to sneak away and play in the garages when we have time. As for at home, we really do live simply when we’re together. We like to go on walks or make dinner together. Luca loves mac and cheese – it’s his favorite food, so we’ll often go to a local grocery and get the ingredients and just open a delightful bottle of red and make pasta together.”
I thought that answer was quite good, but Mark just continued to write in his stupid notebook, not even looking up at me. I guess, to be fair, what twenty-seven-year-old man liked to make mac and cheese for dinner?Who was going to believe that nonsense?Before Mark could respond to the comment, Luca had returned, and he could see I was in distress.
“Cara, are you telling the world about my embarrassing love for mac and cheese?” he scolded gently. I giggled in response, lifting my cheek up for a kiss, which he aptly provided.
“Your girlfriend was just telling us about how you guys make pasta together in your free time,” Mark added, no doubt looking for Luca's reaction to see if he would be surprised at that comment. But Luca, ever the charming Cheshire cat, could not be fooled.
“Did she tell you that she prefers her brother’s pasta bolognese to my mac and cheese?” he quipped to Mark, winking at the journalist. “I try not to take offense. I mean, Henri does make a delightful spagbol, but I would argue it’s not as good as my fresh mac and cheese.”
Luca looked quite proud of himself at that statement, and I couldn’t help but wonder if heactuallymade a good mac and cheese. Something that I realized I probably would never find out, and for some reason, my heart ached at that thought, but I decided to push that feeling deep down. Instead, I smirked at Luca, grabbing his arm as I leaned in just a bit closer.
“Love it. A couple who cooks together, stays together, my mum used to say,” Mark chimed in. “So, how has it been with your brother, Georgia? I know last weekend was probably a little tough for you.”
“You know, it was tough because we both love that circuit so much, and we both wanted to win. But being able to share the podium with my brother was amazing, something I’ll remember for a lifetime.”
“Sure,” he said, clearly not that interested in my diplomatic answer. “So Luca, how is it dating your teammate’s sister? Any arguments yet?”I looked over at Luca, and there was a slight twitch in his mouth, which he quickly replaced with a smile and a nod.
“Honestly, no,” he said with a chuckle. “I’m almost surprised at how supportive he is of our relationship. Sometimes it seems suspicious,” he added with a sly grin.
“Oh?” Mark asked, his interest clearly piqued by Luca’s last statement.
“He’s just always asking about what dates we’ll go on next and telling me about all the cute things Georgia sends him about me,” he added with a smug grin. I felt myself dying a bit inside, but I batted my eyelashes at him playfully, keeping the bit alive.
“I once joked that he was making me nervous to date his sister. I mean, I think she’s beautiful and amazing. That’s easy to see, so why is Henri pushing her so much? Makes me wonder if she has any skeletons in her closet.” Both Mark and Luca laughed at that while I sat there, trying not to be awkward. Luca stuck out his tongue, and I gave him a little shove in return.
“Henri didn’t find it quite as funny,” Luca added.
“Oh please, Rossi, if anyone has skeletons in their closet, it’s you. Don’t even get me started about how you once scolded a goose on the golf course and had to run away because it started to chase you,” I teased.“Someone’s a little afraid of birds,” I whispered to Mark, winking at Luca.
Mark laughed along with us as we told more stories. I started to feel more at ease, which was nice. Shortly after, Luca and I were ushered back into our changing rooms, and we went through another three rounds of clothing before being told that this would be the last photo grouping of the day. The designer had dressed me in a tiny, black evening dress that featured a low back while Luca was once again in a suit, although this time, his shirt was buttoned halfway down his chest, exposing a good amount of his broad chest.
“Lovely, lovely,” Lilah called out, “but let’s try something a little different. Have a little fun. Georgia, face towards Luca, and show us your back. Luca, rest your hand on Georgia’s lower back. Now look at each other and stare deeply into each other’s eyes.”
As we followed the instructions, I felt Luca grip my lower back tightly and look down at me with those gorgeous brown eyes. He pulled me closer to him, my body now flush with his front, my hands on his chest. Suddenly this photoshoot felt a lot more romantic than I had anticipated. Luca’s face was soft, and he let out a little encouraging smile when he looked down at me.
It’s as if Luca could tell I was still feeling uncomfortable from the forced movements because when he leaned down, he got closer to my ear and whispered, “Why so shy, Principessa? You weren’t this shy Sunday evening.”As soon as he said the words, I looked up and saw a little smirk form. Luca was now turned to the photographer, a smug grin dancing on his lips.
I went to say something back to him, but in the distance, I heard the photographer call out, “Lovely Georgia – much better, you look so relaxed.”
Did I?In my frustration towards Luca's cheekiness, I had forgotten about the photographer and writer, and Luca knew that I would drop my guard as soon as he whispered that comment. He always knew how to get a rile out of me, just like I had done at Monza when he was nervous about the speech. Apparently, this was becoming our thing. I shifted a bit and looked back at Luca, who was still staring at the photographer. The smirk on his face seemed even bigger than before.
I’m not sure what came over me, but all I wanted was to wipe that smirk off his face, and there was only one way I could think of doing that. Before I could stop myself –and truly see reason– I hopped up on my tippy toes and pressed my lips to Luca’s, putting my hands on his face, pulling him into a kiss. He looked a little shocked at first but then he started to deepen the kiss, letting his hands graze the top of my ass. As we kept on kissing, I heard more cheers and celebratory laughs from the growing crowd.
Luca parted our lips for a moment and then picked me up in his arms, bridal style. I let out a screech as I tried to make sure my ass wasn’t on display. Our lips connected again, and this time, I found myself deepening the kiss. It’s as if everyone else in the room started to disappear, and it was just me and Luca in the room.
“Alright, you two love birds!” Lilah called out. “That’s a wrap!” I quickly parted from Luca, and he put me back down on my legs. I toppled over a bit, steadying myself in the process. My cheeks were undoubtedly flushed from the long make-out session with Luca. As I looked around the room, I felt horrified for a moment.
