Seth
I gotto the beach early.
I’d like to think it was because I was anal about being on time and believing it was disrespectful to keep people waiting, but the truth was it probably had more to do with the fact that after spending the night dreaming about Claire and those lycra leggings she was so fond of, I’d woken up with my cock tenting the sheets begging for a release. After I whacked one off, or two, I’d cleaned up and gotten ready, watching the stairs where she usually appeared.
Feeling like a creeper, I was thankful for my dark glasses. On the water’s edge a group of beautiful women laid their towels out and started their yoga session. They were all in matching pink leggings and black sports bras and were truly beautiful women. And their flexibility was damn impressive, but they couldn’t hold my attention. It kept drifting back to the empty stairs.
Six came and went and still no sign of Claire.
Six fifteen came, and I pulled out my phone checking to see if she’d bailed.
Six twenty arrived and I sent her a text asking if sleeping beauty had slept in. She’d sounded absolutely buggered yesterday when we’d spoken, so it wouldn’t have surprised me if she slept through her alarm or forgot to set it all together.
Instead of sitting in the sand getting a soggy bum, I stood up, dusted my hands off, and turned to the dunes. I mightn’t have the incentive I’d hoped for this morning, but that wasn’t a good enough excuse to slack off.
Forty-minutes later my alarm beeped letting me know it was time to call it a day. Slumping down in the sand where I stood, I pulled out my phone and checked it again. Still nothing from Claire and my message was showing as unread. Feeling let down and a little pissed if I was being honest at being stood up, I headed home for a much-needed shower and some food. I’d been planning on taking Claire for breakfast but since she’d bailed, guess I was on my own.
Somehow, I managed to snag a booth at the café across the road from the club. I’d become a regular here mainly because of the location but the food wasn’t bad either. Ashleigh, my favourite waitress, was a middle-aged woman who talked too much, waved her hands in the air, and spoke to me as if I was her son. She scolded me when I ordered pastries and chastised me when I didn’t finish what was on my plate. After all, I was a growing boy didn’t I know.
“What’s it going to be today darlin’,” she asked with a crooked smile.
“Can I please have the big breakfast and pancakes?”
“Coffee?”
“Orange juice please.”
“No troubles. Anyone else joining you?” Ashleigh asked innocently.
“Yep. We are,” Angus announced as he ushered his son, Kade, into the booth opposite me.
“I guess they are.” I shrugged, offering Kade a fist bump.
He was the coolest six-year-old I knew. He’d been through a shit storm and so far, seemed completely and thankfully unaffected. He loved Star Wars, played soccer with his friends, and didn’t seem to cause his dad too much grief. I doubted I was as well behaved as he was when I was his age.
“What are you having, Kade?” Angus asked, handing him a menu.
While Kade tried to order everything he could think of, regardless of if it was on the menu or not, I studied Angus. Something was up. He looked like he’d been hit by a truck, twice. His eyes were half hanging out of his head, and for someone who I’d never seen looking anything less than put together, his unshaven jaw and the unironed shirt were screaming something was up.
Eventually, Kade settled on waffles with strawberry ice cream, a damn good choice if I could say so, Angus sticking to coffee. Focusing on Kade, he and I started chatting.
“Hey. Isn’t it a school day?”
“Ah, yeah.”
“Then why aren’t you in your uniform?”
“Dad said I could have the day off.” Kade shrugged like it was no big deal.
“Did he now?” I asked, directing my question at Angus.
“Yep. And I’m coming to training with you guys instead.”
“Oh, cool.”
“You going to show us up and teach us a couple of things?” I asked.
“Yeah. I’m going to score five goals on you.”
