“Maybe.”
That was all I gave away. Because it was all I had.
We were staying at a hotel near to the facility we were using for training the day before the game. I didn’t have a roommate, thankfully, but that didn’t mean I was going to invite her back to the hotel where she could be spotted by any of my teammates.
We hadn’t been in touch since staying together at the hotel in Salford Quays. There had been a hundred times when I’d wanted to text her, or call, or just send a funny meme, but I had no idea how it would be after that. We hadn’t been on a date. We’d had two hook ups, neither planned.
But I had said I’d be in London, and she’d be there at the same time. If she didn’t text back, that would tell me all I needed to know. If she did – we’d see.
I sent her a message after the interview while no one was around.
Me: In London for a couple of nights. Want to meet?
It didn’t take long for the dots to appear below my message. I waited, heart doing a quickstep.
TGITH: Who dis?
Fuck.
Me: Sorry. Must have the wrong number.
She’d been a fucking good actress. I hadn’t even contemplated she wouldn’t have given me the right number for her.
TGITH: Or it could be the right one. How big’s your cock?
Double fuck. I ignored it. Did not engage. I wasn’t Matty Culver, one of our players who never knew when to stop.
TGITH: But then it isn’t about size, is it? It’s totally about what you do with it that counts. Are you good with yours? Do you know how to use it?
I started to smile. That was totally something she would say. Maybe she hadn’t given me the wrong number after all. Maybe this was her. It was worth a punt.
Me: How do you know I’m a man?
Those dots again. They started then stopped. A couple of minutes passed. Leila popped her head in and updated me on her ex. He was still her ex.
Then the dots started again, and it was as if they were the most interesting thing on a screen since Sonic the Hedgehog.
TGITH: I’m pretty sure you are. You could send me a dick pic as proof.
That wasn’t going to happen. Not right now. Maybe when I knew for certain if it was her and in which case it wouldn’t be exactly what she was asking.
Me: Pass. But I’ll send you a penny for my thoughts.
TGITH: Not sure what Leonard would have to say about that. I’m wondering what rating your dick has.
I laughed out loud, hoping no one walked past and asked what I was reading. I didn’t have the brain power to come up with a story right now.
Me: I’m not sure. Mindy seemed to enjoy it.
TGITH: Let’s see if Lois Lane does. The London Lodge Hotel. I’ll be there from six.
I stared at the screen, smiling like a goon who’d just scored the winner in the FA Cup final.
Me: Clark will be there.
TGITH: Tell him to bring his super powers.
Oh, he was definitely going to do that.
