Catalina and Diego never got over each other after high school, but years later they meet by chance, and multi-millionaire Diego sweeps her off of her feet.
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Diego and Catali...
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I think Diego's teasing me.
Ever since that night on the beach, he hasn't kissed me.
And it's been two long weeks.
He hasn't touched me.
And he's driving me insane.
Sure, he's been flirtatious, kind, attentive. At first, I thought his interest in me had evaporated, and I'd worried that he was looking for dates online. But after a couple of days, it became apparent that he wasn't. He hangs around me all the time when I'm at the house, and when I'm not, he's texting and calling and Face Timing.
The other night we stayed up talking over video chat until three in the morning. We were each in our own beds, and it felt a little like high school again because we talked until our voices were hoarse and until our eyes grew heavy. I thought our conversation would turn sexy, but to my surprise, it didn't. And that was better, actually. We talked about adult things like politics and news and stuff we read online.
"We have a lot in common," I said sleepily, at the end of our conversation.
"I never doubted that. Sweet dreams, baby girl," he said in a low voice that made me melt.
Still, it's troubling that he hasn't made a move. He is a guy, and I know for a fact he has a huge sexual appetite. And at this point, I do, too. It's now exactly fifteen days since our incredible kiss on the beach.
I haven't stopped thinking about that night and the way his hands felt on me. Although I'm trying to concentrate on my new job, all I can fantasize about is us, in various sexual poses and situations. It's distracting, and frankly, becoming a bit annoying.
Of course, I'm also playing out all the other conceivable options. Like the possibility that Diego wants me, but doesn't want a relationship. And after my little outburst of tears on his lap, while were making out on the beach, I wonder if he's hesitant. Maybe he knows that I can't handle something casual, and that's why he's not trying anything more.
Him wanting something casual is my biggest fear.
It's Thursday morning, and I'm at his house. I stopped to get my favorite lavender latte coffee – thanks to this job I can now afford such luxuries – and I turn on my computer to check my email. I have a Google Alert set up for Gamerhouse, for each of the guys' names and for me. A stab of dread goes through my stomach when I see a headline from an online tech site.
Former NewsNow Writer Is Gamerhouse Social Media Manager
With anxiety coursing through my body, I look around. I haven't yet seen Diego this morning, and assume he's in the gym. Part of me wants him around, as a soothing presence, when I open this email. I consider whether to wait to open the email, but then I click. I can't be a baby about this. Just because I was fired doesn't mean I have anything to be ashamed about. It wasn't my fault that the congressman sent me unsolicited photos of his dick. Or that the editor told me to write that story.
