Favourite. Chapter 4 Part Two

This novel is fictional, you should not look for intersections with historical events. This is a continuation of Nikita Savelyev’s Racing Action Movie, first published on F1News.ru…

Chapter 4. New experience. Part two

When his comrades, joking merrily, got into the car, red, of course, and drove away from the track, Neville, throwing a bag of uniforms on his shoulder, began to look out for his means of transport.

A sharp horn almost to his ear almost made him jump. Unparliamentary expressions were already coming out of his throat, but Neville looked around and stopped himself at the last moment.

– Were you afraid? asked Evie with cheerful glee. The girl peered out the window of another small compartment, this time the brightest yellow.

“Looks like you’re repainting the same car,” Neville remarked instead of greeting.

“I don’t like taxis,” Evie replied. – Sultry Italians will surely lick their lips on my legs and beg for the address. rented out. Just like mine, right? Only the color is stupid.

“You’ve been following us lately, almost a member of the team,” Neville said.

“You surrendered to me,” Evie waved her off. – There are excellent resorts on the Tuscan Riviera, some of the best sandy beaches.

– I heard such a thing, fashionable hotels, first-class service …

“To the point, just right for slutty rich girls like me. I ran after dad, you should not miss the opportunity to warm up a little, otherwise you will not have the strength to carry an umbrella everywhere and wrap yourself in a raincoat.

“I’m glad you’re well,” Neville smiled kindly in response, considering the conversation was already over.

– Who are you waiting for? – asked the restless Evie.

– The guys from the team should take you to the hotel.

– Do you have a personal driver?

“I don’t deserve that kind of luxury.

To be fair, Karager, who had spent money on renting a personal car for his daughter, could have been generous with Neville, then he could have left the circuit long ago. Time is running out, it is impossible to really relax in the silence of the room, you would have time to shower and get dressed. Let’s hope the helpful hotel clerks have ironed his evening suit, otherwise it has lost some of its original appearance after traveling half a continent.

“Get in, I’ll give you a ride,” Evie waved her hand. – I’ve already seen papa, I’ve fulfilled my duty of courtesy. I can move back.

– In our hotel? Marcel was surprised. “It’s amazing how I didn’t notice how much noise you make.

“Please,” Evie wrinkled her nose. – This son of a bitch is not for me. You go to the dining room – right there, boo-boo-boo, pistons, oils, cylinders, tires. I listened at home. My friends and I found a great hotel on the coast. We rest to the fullest, without prudish receptions and long speeches. One younger, no respectable uncles. come!

“I’m afraid I’m just the uncle type,” Neville chuckled.

“Oh, I didn’t mean you,” Evie was a little embarrassed. – You’re still young. Where where. So, are you coming?

– Frankly, it’s unlikely. What should I do there?

– Offended?

“I think it’s pointless to be offended by you.

– Then get in! Do not hesitate!

– Can I wait for mine? Marcel doubted. – I’m in town – you’re not on the road at all.

– Fall down. Or? Evie narrowed her eyes. – Afraid to be behind the wheel with a woman?

– I am not afraid of anything? muttered Marcel. – To go.

He stuffed his bag into the two-door car and crammed into the front seat.

– What have you got there? Evie asked as she shifted into first gear.

– Helmet, gloves, yes clothes, you have to wash after every race, it’s covered in dust and oil.

“A racer with a worldwide reputation, and you don’t have an assistant or a driver,” concludes Evie.

“I’m not the crown prince.

“There are plenty of aristocrats among you,” Evie snorted.

“I’m not one of them,” Neville said. – Yes, and there are fewer and fewer nobles in the races. Little by little, but the cars are getting more affordable and racing more professional, they’re getting harder and harder to do between social events. But even among the dignitaries you come across excellent pilots. Take Alejandro – he’s quite an earl…

“How interesting,” Evie drawled with an intonation that made it clear she wasn’t interested at all.

Neville watched Evie as they chatted. It must be admitted that the girl stayed on the road well, didn’t burn excessively, but she didn’t trudge along like an unfired newcomer. In the flow of cars she showed reasonable caution and in free areas she accelerated. It turned out that her toy clunker is capable of quite good feats, of course for its size.

– Passed the exam? Evie glanced at Neville.

– Excuse me, what?

– An appraising look I thought so, you are caught in prejudice about a woman’s male activities.

“Nonsense,” Neville grimaced. – And you drive great. Only when accelerating, slightly earlier increasing the gear, you twist the engine.

“Typical man,” Evie concluded. – Praise, but leave the caustic.

Not waiting for a response from Neville, she continued:

“It’s nice to be praised by such an illustrious pilot.

– Come on, no flattery.

– Seriously, many people around my father speak positively of you. And he himself has at least become softer, otherwise this flying team will be like a suitcase without a handle for him. And it’s hard to bear, and it’s a shame to stop doing so much work. Your father is counting on you. He says you are very decent and honest. And not like other daredevils. Oh, don’t tell him!

“No problem,” Neville muttered.

– Are you experiencing defeat, are you not cheerful? – Looks like Evie organically couldn’t shut up.

“Come on, I already forgot,” Marcel was genuinely surprised. – I’m already thinking about the next stage. We will definitely play there.

“I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you,” Evie said seriously. – Admittedly, I can’t stand racing myself, no matter how much my father dragged. All that pre-launch stuff, festive atmosphere, secular companies are curious, but hanging out on a bench for three hours is dead to boredom. It is still not clear who is where. Cars buzzed past the stage and so far.

– Racing is not the prerogative of pretty girls.

– Beautiful – what a wonderful compliment! Eve laughed.

‘Why do you need them,’ Marcel continued musingly. “I think you look much more appropriate on the beach or at a dance.”

– That’s what you think! exclaimed Evie. – Come on!

The girl slammed on the brakes, her canary steed dutifully dusted from a dozen feet and froze in its tracks, Marcel was suddenly thrown against the windshield.

– What are you doing?! I almost blew my forehead! Marcel was furious.

– That is, in your opinion, I am only suitable for fluttering at entertainment events? Evie gasped in indignation.

– I don’t do such a thing…

– You’re lying! Do you think I’m stupid and empty-headed? All I do is burn my father’s capital? Evie’s blue eyes sparkled with justified anger. Marcel was in love.

“And I didn’t mean to offend you,” Neville said softly.

“Let’s go—let’s walk,” Evie snapped.

Neville glanced at his watch. Time is running out. Actresses will not wait. But you can arrive late at the restaurant. After all, it is not right to insult the boss’s daughter.

Won’t your friends lose you? Neville demanded order.

“They’ll have the first batch of cocktails without me,” Evie waved her hand. – I’m coming – they’re all warming up. Well, are you going out, or did you offend the girl and immediately go into the bushes?!

– Yes I go. Let’s just park the car normally, otherwise we would be on the edge of the road.

– Are all racers this boring or are you the only one? Evie asked sarcastically.

They safely left the car and walked through the streets of an old Italian town. Evie’s heels thumped loudly on the cobblestone sidewalk. Dusk was falling, it was getting chilly. Neville pulled up his jacket and peered at the girl – she was dressed in elegant trousers and a light blouse with elbow-length sleeves. But the inflamed Evie, it seemed, did not notice the approaching coolness.

“You shouldn’t have such an opinion of me! You will still ask for forgiveness!

“Evie,” Neville pressed his hands to his chest with an oath, “my deepest…

“Shut up,” Evie interrupted. “Your apology will be insincere. Listen better.

– All attention.

– I also went in for sports and with great success. I have been an excellent swimmer since childhood. Hundred meters is my strong point. I have awards through the roof.

– Perfect.

– Yes, you stand! I bet you thought it was some crappy high school game. None of that – I drove all over England. Do you know what hope I gave! And she won. However, the national championship was not given. But I would definitely win there.

– What got in the way? – asked Marcel interested.

“Myself,” Evie smiled. – I am too enthusiastic person. I suddenly fell in love with water polo, it turned out to be much more interesting. There is passion and teamwork. She left with her head.

“I have no doubt that you are insanely talented,” Neville said.

– I played really well, but as usual you guys intervened.

– In what way, I wonder?

– Water polo for women is not on the program of the Olympic Games. Unlike men! snapped Evie. “There is no World Cup at all. In general, I was bored without competition, and matches in small towns are not mine.

“But you can develop there somehow,” Neville suggested.

– Can. But I came of age and discovered the places of nightlife in London – Evie looked slyly at Neville. – So my sports career ended and, frankly, I turned into a playgirl.

“Sport is always helpful, even if you haven’t reached the heights yet, it develops willpower, coordination, discipline, stamina and self-confidence,” Neville mentioned.

“You should be preaching, Neville. All the students would fall asleep,” Evie remarked, and continued casually at once. – Everything will be fine. Swimmers generally have terrible backs and broad shoulders. For two years of a carefree life, I at least became a person. How do you like my back? Not so manly anymore?

Marcel thought her back was excellent, no doubt that was also the case a few years ago. A swimmer’s figure largely depends on his natural skeletal structure, which he did not fail to mention.

– And so I could not be less famous than you! Ivy summed it up. “Just like Judy Greenham, last year’s Olympic champion in the 100 meters.

“Yes, we’ve been introduced,” Neville nodded. – We saw each other in the fall at an event for athletes.

“And the road to it is already closed to me,” Evie sighed with feigned sadness. – Although I have no doubt – there is a constant desire. All the fun is secretly gazing at the necklines of pretty ladies. Well, honestly, is there? Say Marcel.

== To be continued…