As Jayden came to sit beside Emma, he turned to her with a smile. "You're quite the player! I didn't expect you to give me a run as good as that"
Emma beamed with pride. "Thanks! I love football."
"Fan of the sport, huh?" Jayden asked.
"More like a fan of yours," Emma replied, her cheeks flushing.
Jayden's eyes widened. "Really? Since when?"
"Since the day you hit fame," Emma said. "I've been following your career."
Jayden chuckled. "Well, I'm flattered. What's your favorite team?"
"United Blues, of course!" Emma exclaimed.
Jayden grinned. "Mine too! Who's your favorite player?"
"You, obviously," Emma teased.
Jayden laughed. "Well, thank you for the loyalty"
"Do you play...???" Jayden questioned referring to the game
"Yes at school"
"What position do you play on your school team?"
"Midfielder," Emma replied.
Jayden nodded. "No wonder you've got those slick dribbling skills. Now I know where they came from... Your school team."
Emma smiled. "Guess I've got some skills to back up my fan credentials."
As they continued talking, their shared passion for United Blues and football created an easy rapport between them.
Jayden grinned mischievously. "You won the bet, Emma. Remember? You get to ask me for anything."
Emma's eyes locked onto his, but her mind went blank. She hadn't thought that far ahead.
"What do I want?" she pondered, her brow furrowed.
Jayden raised an eyebrow. "You don't know?"
Emma shook her head, feeling a mix of excitement and uncertainty.
Jayden chuckled. "Well, this is a first. Usually, people have a list ready."
Emma's cheeks flushed. "I didn't think I'd win."
Jayden's expression turned teasing. "Me too."
She gave a smile
Suddenly, Emma's face lit up. "Can I at least get your number?"
Jayden's eyes widened. "That's what you want to ask for?"
Emma quickly shook her head. "No, that's not it."
Jayden's grin returned. "I guess this isn't the right time to ask for your request. Take your time, think about it. You can collect your prize whenever you're ready."
Emma nodded, feeling a sense of relief.
Jayden paused, his expression turning serious. "But I have to ask, why did you want my number?"
Emma's heart skipped a beat. "Just in case I need football tips," she replied, trying to sound casual.
Jayden raised an eyebrow, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Football tips, huh?"
Their gazes held for a moment, the tension between them palpable.
Emma's eyes sparkled with mischief. "I want private lessons... from you."
Now... She knew exactly what she wanted.
Jayden's grin faltered for a moment before he regained his composure. "Private lessons, huh? You want to be alone with me???"
Emma nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just the two of us."
Jayden's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze intense. "Are you sure you're ready for that?"
Emma's cheeks flushed, but she didn't back down. "I was born ready."
Jayden chuckled low in his throat. "Alright, but don't say I didn't warn you."
He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Private lessons with me come with... extra curriculum activities."
Emma's heart skipped a beat. "What kind of activities?"
Jayden's smile was wicked. "The kind that'll make you sweat more than just running drills."
Emma's breath hitched, her mind racing with possibilities.
"Are you game?" Jayden asked, his eyes burning with intensity, his voice low and seductive
Emma nodded, her voice barely audible. "I'm game."
Jayden's grin grew wider. "Good. Because I'm going to make sure you learn more than just football... and less than your clothes."
Emma's eyes widened, but she couldn't look away.
"When's our first lesson?" Emma asked.
"How soon do you want it to be?"
Emma's eyes sparkled with determination. "I want that lesson as soon as possible."
Jayden's grin faltered, realizing she'd taken his flirting seriously. "Yooo, I was kidding, Emma! Just messing with you."
Emma's gaze locked onto his, her voice steady. "I still want that hands-on session, Jayden. I'm willing to learn more than just football."
Jayden's eyes widened, surprised by her boldness. "Whoa, hold up, Emma."
He paused, his expression turning serious. "How old are you?"
Emma's smile was confident. "Old enough."
Jayden raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "I don't think so."
He gently held the hem of her sports shorts, his touch sending a spark through Emma but he just wanted her to be aware of the fact she had on a school's cloth.
"Listen, Emma. I need to know your age. I don't want any misunderstandings."
Emma's voice remained steady. "I'm eighteen, Jayden. Legal and ready."
Jayden's eyes searched hers, ensuring she was certain.
"Alright, but promise me one thing: you'll tell me if you're uncomfortable with anything."
Emma nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "I promise."
Jayden released her hem, his mind racing with possibilities.
"Tomorrow, 10am. Be ready for that hands-on session."
Emma smiled, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "I'll be ready."