Neymar Jr's New House Cooker

Part 4

"Why? He's not supposed to come! He shouldn't have!" I stood in front of that bench and didn't know if I should go there. I didn't feel like talking to Neymar at all. But I did. "You don't make me afraid of you, Neymar Junior!"

"Your leg hurts!" I said sitting down right next to him.

"Hello to you, too." He started to toss and turn in his chair. "You look really ... hot ..... Hmm."

I leaned over to look at him.

"Excuse me... Neymar Junior knows how to be nice and give compliments? I'm dreaming about this." He laughed.

"Thank you." I said and lowered my eyes. I knew it felt good but I suppressed the feeling.

"Um... by the way... your soup wasn't really that bad. I was talking out of turn."

I looked at him with pronounced surprise. "It's like he's been switched."

"Of course it wasn't. Don't think I trust every word you say." I leaned back in my chair.

"You don't trust me?" now he leaned closer and spoke almost in my ear. I looked at him and I thought the distance between us was too close. I even thought one of the guys on the field had noticed it. I think it was ... Rafa.

"I trust you, Neymar Junior. But not your words." He smiled and looked at the field.

It had been half an hour of practice and I still didn't understand why I'd been sitting next to Neymar the whole time. And Rafa didn't come up either. Cavani kept looking at me with a smirk. I even caught Neymar looking at me... deep... long... one of his look made me uncomfortable and I had to move away a little.

"Shall we have some coffee?" he suggested. "He's up to something again. But I wouldn't say no to coffee especially right now when I'm too sleepy."

"Yes, I'd love to." Neymar and I got up and headed for the sports bar at their stadium.

Ten minutes later I was enjoying my latte.

"It's really good! One day I'll learn how to make one." I said looking at the cup. Neymar turned to me and smiled. "Can he really be nice?"

"I don't even doubt it. You are very talented, Vera. I still don't know how you got through last night's party."

"Well... I have my secrets." "Yeah, delivery service!"

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the smell and taste of the coffee. I felt like everything was finally at peace. Even Neymar was more bearable.

"Let me at least add you a spoonful of sugar!" I reached for the sugar but Neymar suddenly grabbed my hand.

"No way!" We were almost fighting over that sugar. I just wanted him to taste how much better it tasted. Even the strictest diets can be broken sometimes. Now I was already laughing from ... tickle. Neymar started tickling mе and I couldn't resist. We laughed and acted almost like children. I could see the muscles in his arms protruding and just wanted to feel his touch more.

"Okay... okay. ... I give up!" I shouted. He let go of my arms and laughed.

"You didn't have a chance!" I punched him in the shoulder and took a sip of my coffee. I was hot and my heart was pounding harder and harder, my hair mussed and Neymar swiftly tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. "Is he flirting with me? Is Neymar Junior flirting with me?" I looked at him while he drank his coffee.