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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.
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So this week's Tuesday Tales prompt is WAVE.
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He shook his head and frowned. “No. But you should’ve seen her eyes this last week,” he said more to himself than to Markus.
Oliver looked after Tyra and the sudden silence with only the sound of the waves of Port Phillip Bay gave him a shiver.
“What did you do to her?” Markus asked suddenly.
He shrugged. “She’s screwed, mate. Coach Becker told me she’s off limits, but man, I tell ya, she’s screwed.” They started walking back towards the pier. “I ran into her the other day at the parking lot and she couldn’t find her keys. They’d been in her pocket and when I pointed at them her whole body jerked.”
Markus raised an eyebrow. “Apparently you have that effect on women.”
Oliver choked back a laugh. “I do, but that wasn’t my touch, that was fear, mate.”
His buddy nodded towards Tyra in the distance and they watched her as she tried to stay as far away as possible from other people.
“I think I can see what you mean.” And then with a pat on Oliver’s shoulder he asked, “How are you going with the girl from the other weekend.”
He shook his head. “Don’t remind me. High maintenance. Had to take the car to my parents to get it fixed and she like constantly called and wanted to be picked up.”
Markus laughed and Oliver noticed how his friend was still staring at Tyra. “You’re quite smitten with her, aren’t you?”
“Nope. Intrigued, but not smitten.”
But Oliver was. And it irked him. She wasn’t his type. His type of woman was drawn to him, was attracted to him and looked sensational. Tyra was different. Yes she looked good and as he stole another quick look, he admitted, yes she had a nice behind as well. Somehow there was something about her that he could not place. Something about her grabbed him. And as he followed Markus to the pub across the road he wondered whether it was because his coach not only asked him to stay away from her, but literally told him she was off limits. Off limits? Not some words he was familiar with. He’d asked why and the simple answer had been She had a hell of a couple of years. But he didn’t get any more details.
Off limits his arse.
“Mate, I need to get something done. Ty will be here in a sec. I’ll catch up with you tomorrow.”
And with that left Markus standing and walked otu. There was something he had to do.