Hard To Forget.
The sharp sound of what sounded like heels could be heard echoing outside of the door. It was an unusual sound, the Barca boys so used to hearing cleats and sneakers hit the hardwood so when the sound arrived all eyes fell on her.
“Wow,” Ivan uttered.
“Damn,” someone else added.
The woman walked into the room of men. “Neymar…Jr.” She added that in so as to not sound too casual. She didn’t know him personally and didn’t want him to feel as if she thought she did.
She clutched the paper in her hand while she waited for him to come forward. Secretly she knew all of the players by name and face but again she didn’t want to feel weird just walking up to him. Sitting on the bench, Nemyar held up his hand.
Seeing him she walked up towards him while holding out the paper. He took it and quickly began reading over it though he still asked, “What is this?”
“It’s a sponsorship agreement the club needs you to sign. All of the players were given one but it seems you haven’t signed yours yet.”
“Right,” he said as if he knew exactly what sponsorship agreement she was talking about. Thankfully the company’s logo was at the top so he could at least believe this wasn’t some sort of fake contract he was signing. In reality he was too distracted by her deep eyes sparkling while she looked at him. Or at least they looked to be sparkling. Maybe he was just imagining it.
“Do you need a pen or would you like to read it over first and give it back to me later?”
“No. I trust you.” And maybe Neymar trusted her solely off of the fact she was drop dead gorgeous but when she held out the pen for him to take, he grabbed it without hesitation. There was this sort of electrical shock that ran from his fingers and deeper through his body as their fingers brushed against each other.
He shook it away feeling as if he was once again making a big deal out of nothing. He had seen beautiful women before but there was something else about her he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
Finger. Right. The thought reminded him of why she was here in the first place and he finally looked down towards the paper, placing it onto a bench and scrawling his dominant signature.
They say you can tell a lot about someone’s handwring. When she looked down at his, she noticed its size. It had a large, commanding presence on the paper as the black ink glistened until dry. It was accented by neatly carved loops showing a sense of status and confidence. She tucked her random analysis in her back pocket for now.
Once Ney was done he passed the paper off to her with a smile and she returned the gesture. She didn’t say anything else, instead beginning to head out of the area but not before saying, “Congratulations again, Xavi.” She winked towards the maestro.
“Thank you, Y/N,” Xavi responded with a grin. She sauntered out after that.
Neymar turned to his captain. “Who is that?”
“Y/N. She works in external affairs for the club. Handling legal stuff, contracts and things I think,” Xavi shrugged while he sat on a bench, sliding into his sneakers. He didn’t even realize his teammate’s interest.
Legal. That’s what it was! Neymar realized now why she was so oddly familiar. He could remember pulling up to Carolina’s home one day and seeing a young woman leaving in her car. Naturally he felt attraction but he didn’t relay those thoughts to Carolina. He simply asked who she was and she explained that she was a lawyer helping her out with something or another. The details really didn’t matter.
It was her. Only now she was working for Barcelona?
He had many quesitons, most outside of the realm of her work and more about getting to know the mystery woman, so he got up and headed out of the area to find her.
Neymar turned his head in both directions to see which way she may have headed. It didn’t take much scouring as he could see her somewhat in the distance, her heels betraying her location and she seemed distracted as he could see her looking down at the phone in her hand.
“Hey!” He yelled after her to get her to stop while he jogged to where she now stood.
“Sorry if I’m interrupting your work or anything but you looked familiar and I had to say something.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and laughed as if she was about to relay a joke. “I don’t go to clubs so I’m not sure where you’d recognize me from.”
“Carolina. You worked with her on something.”
She squinted her eyes while trying to remember the woman. The truth was she worked with many people on a weekly basis. It was hard to keep track of them all. Thankfully Neymar stepped in and elaborated.
He was going to continue describing but it seemed the memory came back to her quicker. “Oh! Oh! Dantas. Yes I remember. Are you her boyfriend or…?”
“No, no. I’m…we have a child together.” He wanted to make sure he clarified they weren’t together and that he was single.
“Adorable,” she smiled. The woman pushed her blazer jacket sleeve up so she could look towards the gold watch on her wrist and check the time. “I have a meeting to attend to. Always business with this club but thank you.” She held up the signed paper to remind him of the reason for her visit in the first place.
“Right. I guess I will be seeing you around?”
She turned with a smirk before yelling over her shoulder, those heels seeming like a sweet melody to Neymar now as he watched her walk away. “My office is on the second floor to the right. Can’t miss it.”
He was definitely going to pay her a few visits.
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