Isabella’s POV
I cannot shake the feeling that my boss is attracted to me. He is always the epitome of professionalism at work, so I know that even if he harbored any feelings, he would never act on them. Or maybe, I’m just delusional.
Today, we were watching the game from the hotel restaurant instead of the paddock. The atmosphere in the restaurant was markedly different from last week—quieter, more subdued. Everyone sat in hushed anticipation, waiting for the race to start.
The live camera cut to the scene of the cars driving to the starting point one by one. My eyes found Levi at the control console opposite the pit. He wore red headphones and a dark shirt that emphasized his broad, straight back. The wind, stronger than usual, played with his thin shirt, outlining his form.
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