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Chapter Nine

Elijah

Okay... I didn’t really think things through when she asked me what I wanted to do or what I had in mind. So I went for the simplest ones that will allow me to spend a lot of time getting to know her without making her feel uncomfortable. “We can go to the zoo or ride a ferry, or both?” I suggested. She giggled like a schoolgirl, which I’m beginning to love so much, before saying, “Yeah, sure we can do both. We can also make things up as we go.”

Hell yes!

We walked toward my home to get my car so that when we do decide to go to more places, we won’t have problems getting from one point to the other. She agreed that it was a good idea, so minutes later here we are in my black SUV listening to an acoustic version of U2′s with or without you. I was humming to the song when I sensed that she was staring at me. "What?" I asked. She averted her gaze like a child getting caught doing something before whispering, "you have a nice voice."

Shit! The way she said that sent electric currents straight to my groin. I wonder how she sounds like when she's having an orgasm and how many orgasms can she actually have in a day?

“Do you know how to drive?” I asked. Yes, people that was a very lame attempt at diverting my thoughts. “Yeah, do you want me to drive instead?” was her reply. Her question earned her a chuckle from me then I told her that I was just curious and that I wasn’t asking for her to drive. We went on about cars then she told me that she drives a pickup truck. Never in a billion years did I peg her as someone who’s into trucks, but at the same time, it tells me that she wasn’t the girly type which I’m absolutely digging.

We enjoyed our time asking and answering questions about each other. I learned a few things about how she started her company and why she wanted that kind of business. She learned about my life as a player for Real Madrid and that’s when I learned that she really didn’t know who Micah and I are. She didn’t know that the Tresantos brothers are hotshot footballers and famous almost around the world until Jake her COO gave her a rundown right before the actual meeting. She wasn't a fan of football or any other sport which I perfectly understand because not a lot of women know much about football.

I wasn't offended. Not even a bit. Truth be told it was refreshing to know that she was treating me like a normal human being rather than someone she’s only nice to just because I’m someone famous and that happens a lot. I like the idea that she doesn’t look at me like I’m different from everyone else and that I can be myself around her. I was ecstatic to know that Micah just really wasn't her type, though she did admit that he was attractive, so that explains why she turned him down. Well, that and because she's not used to being hit on which is strange considering how gorgeous she is.

I was an open book with her and I’d like to think that she felt the same way. I told her everything she wanted to know about me except the reason why I took a break from football. I just don’t think I’m ready to tell her anything and thankfully our conversation didn’t exactly stir towards the sour topic.

It was already 4 in the afternoon and we were standing at the deck railing on the ferry when I caught myself staring at her. I watched as a few strands of her hair flail in the wind which I’m itching to tuck behind her ear. I stared at her irises which seem to show a lighter shade of gray under the afternoon sun.

“What?” She suddenly asked before turning to face me. I didn’t say anything and just stood there staring into her eyes. Green to grey. Gray to green. The contentment I’m feeling right now was so mind-blowing that I wasn’t able to stop myself from saying, “eres la chica más hermosa que he visto.” (you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen).

"What does that mean?" she asked. Smiling down at her I shook my head and said, "nothing, Ireland maybe I'll tell you what it means another time." She nodded in response before looking away.

It was almost 7 in the evening when we drove back to Madison Park. I had spent an entire day with Ireland and I still wasn't satisfied. I wanted to spend more time with her and I was dreading that this day is about to end. And so I did what I had to do to coax her to spend more time with me. "Can you maybe join me for dinner before I bring you home?"

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