I was starting to feel antsy. It wasn’t because I was bored or that something didn’t sit well with what I was doing, but it was for the simple reason that in more or less five weeks, I will be heading back home to Spain to train with the rest of the team for the upcoming season.
I love football and it’s all I’ve ever known. I’ve been playing pro since I was eighteen. I worked hard to be where I am today and I’m still in my prime years. Playing football completes me and if it wasn’t for the incident that took place last year. I would have still been the MVP. Football is my life, but right now I can’t help but feel that I’m going to be missing out on an important chapter of my life if I don’t do something. In other words, if I don't get to have her.
Ireland. She has been consuming my mind and my entire being since the day I laid my eyes on her. Her grey eyes. Her angelic face. Her extremely attractive body. Her intelligence. The way she spoke and how she held her own three days ago in her conference room gave me a hard-on the entire freaking time. All I could think of was how much I wanted to rip her clothes off and fuck her senseless in front of everyone.
I've been reading the same lines over and over for the past 20 minutes. At this rate, I know I’m not going to get anything done any time soon, so I opted to go for a walk to think things through. It’s almost 10 in the morning and I just realized that I haven’t had anything since I woke up earlier today, so I decided to look for a place to eat.
I was walking aimlessly still thinking about where I want to grab a bite when I caught a glimpse of her. My breath hitched at the sight of her. She looked so young with her yellow hoodie, short shorts, and sneakers. I took the opportunity to check her out while I was trailing from behind. And what was the first thing I noticed? Well, let me tell you. She has the sexiest most amazing well-toned legs.
I stopped a few feet away when she entered a restaurant called McGilvra’s. I waited outside for a few minutes to make sure that she wasn’t going to come out soon. Yeah, I know I seem like a stalker right now, but I don’t give a damn. All I want to do is to go in there and spend time with her. I mean why not? I’m hungry, this is a restaurant, and she’s in there. Hitting two birds with one stone right?
Armed with decisiveness, I strode in ready to do what it takes to make her spend time with me. I didn’t see where she was right away so I had to scan the place like an idiot because the place wasn’t even that big. Also, there were not a lot of people inside. It was just not that obvious where she was because of all places she could choose from, she chose the farthest booth at the corner and her back was facing the main entrance. What is it with this woman and far corners?
I slowly walked towards her and took some time to observe her. You know, like observing a rare specie in the zoo that you find fascinating. She hasn’t noticed me at all because she was engrossed reading through something on her phone. I caught a glimpse of what it was and I wasn’t expecting to discover that she was reading an erotic novel in broad daylight. Ireland St. James is a kinky individual. Holy shit!
The waitress approached us from behind to hand over her food. She looked at me questioningly so I placed my index finger over my lips to stop her from acknowledging that I was standing behind Ireland. Having caught what I meant, she simply nodded and told Ireland to enjoy her meal.
Ireland took a bite from the sandwich she ordered at the exact time I said, “Fancy meeting you here, Ireland.” She slowly turned towards me, mid-chew and with eyes wide as saucers. Fuck, she’s so cute. “Oh, hi!” she said with a hint of nervousness to her tone. Ah.. she feels flustered I can tell. “Mind if I join you?” I asked gesturing to the empty seat in front of her. “Umm, no. Please, go ahead,” was her answer.
I took the seat and grabbed the menu. She was looking at me like I grew another head on my shoulder so I asked her if she knew what the best seller is. “Umm, well, I love everything they have, so I guess umm... It depends what you’re in the mood for?” She answered. I let her words hung for a bit and right when I was about to say something, she continued asking, “Do you feel like having something heavy or light?” and placed what she was eating back on her plate.
I don’t know what prompted me to do what I did but I slowly reached for her food and took a bite. “Mmmm, so good,” I told her and slowly licked my lips to make sure I didn't have any of the dressing splattered on them. She just gawked at me so I knew that I confused the hell out of her, so I told her that I was going to have the same thing.
She was fairly quiet while we were eating and it made me feel like she didn't want to be with me. Was I not her type? As far as I can recall, I was everyone's type. What's her deal? Whatever it is, I just didn't want to end this encounter yet so I asked if she wants to hang out with me for the rest of the day after she told me that she didn't have plans.
The look she gave me told me that she had half a mind to turn me down, so I went for a jab at her sympathy by saying that I didn't have a lot of friends and that I don't know a lot of people. Thank God it worked! So when she agreed, I couldn't stop myself from grinning ear to ear. I finally have her to myself.