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“Yeah, sure.” He shrugs. “But I try to elude to the fact that I’m not. I’m just like the next guy though. I prefer keep a low profile and out of the spectators eyes, but I know that’s not always a possible feat in my position. The bright lights, the way that I’m treated sometimes, can be overwhelming. There’s nothing extra special about me, I put my pants on the same way that everyone else does, I don’t eat any other way and I too, like to be lazy and just binge watch television sometimes. I want to do normal things like sit here with an attractive woman and eat a meal. I also want to kiss her again.”
I feel my face flush.
So we did just that. As we leave the restaurant, he grabs my hand, when we reach the Jeep, and he pushes me against the passenger door. He cradles my jaw and pulls my face to his with a growl. He passionately kisses me, in a kiss that you only see in the movies. His hand cradles my face as we kiss. My hands are resting on his waist, while his travels down my neck and my arms to my waist as well. He takes my breath away and then as he pulls away, he rests his forehead on mine.
“I don’t want to do this next thing that Melinda has planned, except we kind of have to.”
“What’s next?” I ask.
“Head back to the stadium for an official tour of the grounds and facilities.”
“Why didn’t we start out there?”
“They had some meetings this morning. This is a little bit of a tour slash watch us throw the ball around too,” he explains. “This will lead up to the game tonight, where I hope you will be cheering for me.”
“Of course, who else would I cheer for, the other team?” A part of me doesn’t want today to end and I’m not wanting to share him with anyone else yet. The other part is glad to have other people around, to stop us from doing anything stupid. And by stupid, I mean everything that I want to do to him.
He looks at me with a quirk of his eyebrow and a grin.
“What would you rather do?” I ask him playfully.
“I want to leave marks all over your body in the most satisfying way. Then, I want everyone to know what we just did and what I intend to do with you.” He leans in and whispers against my lips before capturing them with his.
We break from the embrace and he lets me in the car. We proceed to the stadium and do exactly what he says. I toss the ball with him and a few of his teammates and before I know it, time is up and it’s nearly game time. Gunnar has to get ready for the game and before he goes, he corners me in the dugout.
“Stay,” he says.
“Huh?”
“This day doesn’t have to end; I don’t want it to end. So, stay after the game.”
“Okay.” I whisper.
“Yeah?” He bends at his knees so he can look at my eyes.
“Yeah,” I nod. We exchange numbers, so he could reach me after the game, and he kisses me softly before he informs me that I have a voucher waiting for me in the gift shop.
I browse the gift shop and look for a jersey with his name on it and a cute matching skirt with the team’s name on the rear. Once I find the perfect one, I use the restroom to change and head down to my seat, just behind home plate. I’ll have a perfect view of Gunnar, and the game as a whole.
I’ve been to a few baseball games before, but I’ve never had a major interest in the game itself until now. Sure, like any red-blooded female, I’m all about the tight pants, although the pants are a little baggier than I thought they were. Still, as I watch Gunnar get into position in the catcher’s box, I pay special attention to the way that his white striped pants are pulling against his ass. If only the umpire would get out of my way giving me a full view of Gunnar squatting down.
The game was long, but exciting. The Hornets went into extra innings and came out winning with what others around me called a moonshot right out of the park. I receive a text from him telling me where to wait for him and while I want to rush to the spot, I force myself to keep my cool and to walk slowly.
Melinda comes out the side door first and looks surprised to see me.
“Ms. Rotham, how was your day? Did Gunnar treat you well?” she asks approaching me with a questioning look and overall confusion.
“He did, thank you. It was a lot of fun. Thank you for providing the opportunity.”
“If I may ask, what are you still doing here?” She tilts her head in question.
“I am waiting for Gunnar.”
She takes a deep breath and shakes her head. “Oh, Ms. Rotham.” She begins but is cut off by the door she just emerged from slamming and a barrage of the players coming into the courtyard.
“There you are. Oh hey, Mel-,” Gunnar says coming up to my side.
“Gun, can we talk privately?” Melinda gestures to the side.
