Tuesday Tales - Word Prompt "Sign"

 

Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week we have another episode of "The Kicker, Part 1". Will he get that massage or won't he? Read this excerpt and find out! Then go back and visit all the other great stories on Tuesday Tales HERE.  Thanks for stopping by.

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D-Day had arrived. He’d checked the sign-up sheet twenty times in the last two hours. Dale had not crossed his name off.

“Trunk, open the windows, eh? It’s hot in here.”

“Hot? Are you heating up? Have your massage today?”

Robbie felt his cheeks grow hot. “Yeah. So?”

“So it ain’t hot in here, it’s you, buddy. And Dale Sawyer. Damn, she’s the hottest babe in this town.”

Robbie opened two windows. “Don’t let your wife hear you say that,” he said.

“Carla? She’s so hot she’s the sun. No one can compete with her. She knows I like Dale.”

“Everybody likes Dale.”

“Yeah, Andrews. And she ain’t dating any guy on the team.”

“Who is she dating?”

Trunk shrugged. “I don’t know. Why don’t you ask her?”

Robbie shook his head. “Un huh. Not going there.”

“She’s private. So why don’t you just get your massage and chalk her up as the one that got away.” Trunk opened his locker.

No way could he do that. He had his pride didn’t he? He combed his hair for the tenth time and brushed his teeth, then stared in the mirror. Damn, he was still the best-looking guy on the team.

After glancing up at the clock, he noticed it was his time for the massage. He sauntered over to the training room, his gait oozing confidence. Buddy Carruthers shoved by him.

“Hey, where you going?”

“Massage,” Buddy said, stopped inside the doorway.

“No way. I’m next. I’m on the list.”

Dale joined them, resting her hand on her perfect hip. “Sorry Anthony. You’ve been scratched. Carruthers had a Charlie horse. He’s taking your spot.”

Robbie glared at Buddy who wore a shit-eating grin. “Yeah. Sorry.”

Robbie flung his towel around his neck and strode over to the sign-up sheet. He searched the sheet and nothing was open for two weeks. Shit! Beat out for time with the woman who absolutely needed to be his. Anger gathered in his chest. He glanced over at the massage room. Buddy was stretched out with a towel over his rump. Dale looked up, her gaze connecting with Robbie’s. A small smile curled her lips before she focused on the wide receiver on the table.

Well, at least he got that a smile. A small one, but one just for him. It would have to do. If he had to get up at six and be at the stadium at six thirty when it opened to get a spot on the sign-up sheet he would. He’d pursue Dale. He’d never give up. 

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