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Oliver is a Baseball player in Melbourne, Tyra is from Perth and has just moved to the Victorian Capital. Their first meeting wasn't as pleasant as Oliver has been used to with females.
Remember - it's a WIP, ie not edited. Please excuse any errors you'll find.
So this week's Tuesday Tales prompt is GLASS.
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“Yes, Erik warned me of you.”
His eyebrows shot up. “I’m a nice guy!” he reasoned.
“Yes, although according to my uncle, too nice at times.”
Oliver shook his head. “Wanna join me for a glass of wine?” he asked his voice husky that sent shivers down her spine.
A smile tugged on her lips. Yes! “Thank you for the invite, but I’m honestly very tired. Everything in my life’s kinda new at the moment and it’s a bit draining to adjust.”
She noticed how he searched her eyes. “I knew you could be nice,” he said with the biggest grin on his face. “Will you take a raincheck?”
Shaking her head she said, “No thanks. I’d rather not.”
“Because of Erik?”
He stepped closer and everything insider her tensed. Finally the urge to step back won. She heaved a big sigh.
“You need to give me a chance,” he whispered.
“Who said I’m interested?”
That seemed to throw him somewhat. Eyes wide open he stared at her and she chuckled. He raked his hand through his hair.
“Sure? I could show you Melbourne’s favourite sights.”
Now she had to laugh. “I’m sure you could.”
“Damn that Erik. I need to have a good word with him on Thursday.”
“No,” she nearly screamed. “You can’t tell him.” And she quietly added. “I really need this job.”
Then she felt his hand under her chin and with a soft touch of his finger he lifted her head. Meeting his gaze, her whole body was on alert. But he didn’t say anything. Studying his face he just stood there and a long silence engulfed them both.
“You’re tense,” he said matter-of-factly.
Tense was no impression for what she was. She was beyond tense. Strung like an archery bow was more like it. But he was like forbidden fruit. His touch was so gentle, so opposite of what she’d expected. His eyes mesmerising. After what had seemed like forever she stepped away.
“I really need to go.”
Her heart thumping in her throat she avoided her gaze, turned and walked off. It took all her will power to not look back to see whether Oliver was following or not.