The Baseball Coach Part 2
The fantasy becomes a reality.
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I was speechless. I needed to be sure I wasn’t still locked in my fantasies, so I blinked a couple of times and took a few deep breaths. Yup, he was right there, his eyes gleaming and his smile radiant. He was also waiting for my response.
“Hi,” I managed softly, a smile on my face. Fuck! I hope I’m not blushing too hard. Focus now, he’s a cute guy and he’s talking to you. Just act normal.
“You’re Roger’s…”
“Aunt,” I chimed in, hoping that didn’t make me sound so old. Should I have said sister? No, that’d be silly. I smiled at the coach. He smiled back.
“He pointed you out to me, you know,” he said, his eyebrows raising and his smile widening. “He says you’re the greatest. His words.”
“Oh, really? I mean, I wouldn’t say the greatest but…he’s my first nephew and I love him a bunch.”
“I can see that. And you’re beautiful,” he added. “I’m Brian, but the kids call me coach.”
My primal female instinct made me quiver - ‘the kids call me coach’? Are you kidding me? He clearly loved kids if he’s a baseball coach, I wonder if he wanted any of his own… Twirling my hair with my finger, I giggled and gazed into his eyes. “So which one do I call you?”
He moved closer, obviously not giving a damn that we were getting a couple of side glances from ‘the moms’.
“Well, that all depends on you now, doesn’t it?” he said softly, almost in a whisper. I caught the flirty note in his voice; the electricity. I’d normally brush it off and say something like ‘I’ll call you Brian then’, but I couldn’t help myself, the thought of how the kids love and respect this man turned something on inside of me that I can’t control.
“In that case, time will tell,” I whispered back, biting my lower lip.
He chuckled. “That’s adorable.”
“What is?”
“The way you bite your lip. It’s got an effect on me, I like it.”
I was tempted to do it again. I could feel the fiery darts being shot my way by the jealous glances from around me, and it made me more excited. Those women would probably do anything to get the attention I was basking in now, but I wasn’t going to let them. My body heated up and I took a deep breath. It felt as if I’d just taken a heavy pull straight from a bottle of wine.