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Chapter Ten

Ireland

“Can you maybe join me for dinner before I bring you home?” he suddenly asked. Do I want to have dinner with him and risk spending more time than we already have? I mean I enjoyed running around with him everywhere for the whole day, but something tells me that this is not just about two friends hanging out. It feels like there’s more to it and I can’t seem to put my finger on it.

Elijah made me feel comfortable today, but there were a few moments when I’d catch him staring at me like he’s looking deeply into my soul. He makes my heart race and it’s freaking me out. I don’t know what to do right now. “Did you hear me?” He questioned when I didn’t say anything. “Yeah, I was just umm... thinking....” I answered. “It’s already a little past 7 and I’m starving, I’m sure you are too, so why not right?” He argued.

That did make sense so, why not? “Yeah, okay. Where do you want to eat?”

“Petra’s.” He answered.

It surprised me that he didn’t sit across from me, but he chose to sit beside me instead. So once in a while, our legs would accidentally brush against each other and it makes me jump a bit whenever it happens. The slight contact embarrassingly sends shivers down my spine making my clit pulse. I was constantly trying my best to not let it affect me that much to prevent Elijah from noticing how he makes me feel.

“Can I ask you something personal?” He inquired breaking the silence. “Okay.” I reluctantly replied. “Do you have a boyfriend?” My eyes grew wide and I choked on my own saliva. Why is he asking that question? “Umm, no. I don’t... I’m not... I don’t have one and I don’t have time for one,” I managed to finally say. “What do you mean?” He asked.

How was I going to explain this? I wasn’t looking for one because A) It’s not something I think about. B) I don’t have time for it. C) I’m not the “dateable or girlfriend material” type I guess? and D) It’s not my priority because I’d rather become a very successful businesswoman. Why? Because I want to break barriers and prove to the world that women can be powerful and successful on their own. Because I want to have what I never thought I could possibly have growing up. Because I just believe that for the longest time in my life, doing what I do now finally makes me feel like I matter to people.

Feeling a bit courageous, I straightened my back a bit and peered directly into his green eyes, “What I mean is, having a boyfriend is only going to hinder me from achieving my goals.” I’m sure he was processing the information because he just stared at me for a second before asking what I know he was going to ask, “Why do you think that?” Shit, he’s not going to let this go. I knew it! I took a deep breath to steady my racing heartbeat before I told him that I sometimes have a one-track mind and that I just don’t want to complicate my life any further by being in a relationship and that it had something to do with how I was brought up which I am not ready to talk about with anyone.

Luckily, our food was served and he eased-off on the topic. We enjoyed the rest of our time talking about different things. The conversation was flowing like wine and it felt nice to be able to talk to someone who can keep up with my weirdness. The restaurant was about to close so we decided to call it a night and go on our separate ways. He kept insisting to bring me home so I finally budged. It was after all very nice of him to do so.

“This is me,” I told him as he cut the engine off. He took a quick glance at the apartment building I live in before he hopped off from his SUV and opened my door for me. He gestured for me to take his hand to help me climb out and walked me to the entrance. Okay, I guess chivalry isn’t dead. I turned to face him smiling. "Thank you for today, It was nice and I really had a great time, drive safe okay?" I sincerely said. I was about to push my way in when he grabbed my elbow to spin me towards him.

"Can we do this again tomorrow? I mean not spend the entire day, but have dinner again?" He hopefully asked. "I don't think that's a good idea," I answered. "Why not?" he asked back. Yeah, Ireland. Why not? Uh, maybe because there's a possibility that the team he plays for could become our client soon and that again I don't do dates.

"I just don't think it's..." I trailed before deciding to change my answer to a question because I didn't want to assume that he was asking me out on a real date. "Why do you want to have dinner with me again anyway?" He looked at me like it was the dumbest question someone has ever asked. "Do I need a reason to ask you out other than I want to get to know you and that I want to spend time with you?" So, he did want to take me out on a date!

"But, I told you I don't have time for that," I reasoned. "Then go out with me as a friend, Ireland. Surely you have time for a friend." We stared at each other once again both waiting for the other's reaction. "Say yes, Ireland, please?" he begged. I wanted to listen to what my mind was telling me, that I should decline politely, but my heart... My heart kept saying to accept the invitation. "As friends?" I asked after a minute of silence. "Yeah," he answered enthusiastically. "Okay, I can do that," I caved.

He fist-bumped the air, cupped my face, and gently brushed his lips against mine. It was a very light peck, but the gesture was so sweet and unexpected that a light gasp escaped from my mouth and I blushed furiously. He started walking towards his SUV and called "Pick you up at 7!" I stood there for minutes blinking right after he drove off. What the hell was that?

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