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 shouldn't have kissed him. Should've accepted his job offer and drove off.
But that kiss. Damn. I haven't stopped thinking about it. No regrets.
It's a day after the kiss and the first day of my new job. As he takes me on a tour of his home, showing me every detail of the sprawling mansion, I'm left wondering if this is going to get weird.
The place already is strange, like a kindergarten for guy gamers. Every new room leaves me shaking my head and laughing. Which at least distracts me a little from Diego's wicked and sexy mouth.
The sleek, blue pool overlooking the Gulf of Mexico. The study, which is converted into a room for a giant lizard named Crow in an enormous aquarium. The garage filled with ridiculous toys. There's an arsenal of Nerf weapons, pool noodles, Harry Potter wands, all things they sometimes use as props while chatting online with fans.
The cameras. Diego must have noticed my slight hesitation when I passed by one mounted in the hall. He's turned them off for the morning, in all but the room where Liam's gaming, so we're not being watched as we walk through. I'm relieved by this but know that someday soon, later today even, I'll end up on the live broadcast. I wonder if his fans will be respectful or act like jerks.
Putting that dilemma out of my mind, I focus on the job as Diego explains more about the business. It's going to be fun, I concede. Diego wants me to be as creative and crazy as I want. His only request is that I gain new fans, women gamers preferably, and grow the brand. I can do this. It's a good job. It'll boost my resume.
My only challenge is to not fixate on Diego.
I shouldn't have kissed him. It's going to get weird...
"Oh, and if you want anything to eat, here's our stash," Diego says, opening the freezer. I'm startled, in part because I was watching his forearm muscles and not listening to his words. I burst out laughing, then make a mock horrified face at the stacks of frozen pizzas and burritos.
"My eating habits have gotten better over the years." I giggle. I'm doing a lot of uncharacteristic giggling lately.
"Whatever. We take turns shopping every two weeks and stockpile. We like to video our shopping trips for our fans. Maybe you can come with us on the next trip."
"Your fans watch you shop? Are you joking?"
He shakes his head. "Email us if you have any special requests for food. I don't want anything too healthy in this house, though. No kale. No green juice."
He's teasing, but I roll my eyes. "I can't live on this. I'll gain fifty pounds." I tap an industrial-sized box of blue raspberry Pop Tarts.
Diego laughs. "Feel free to cook for us, then."
"Yeah, right. I'm not the chef. Or the maid." I swat his arm and follow him to the stairs. I'm wearing a casual, flowy boho dress that comes to mid-thigh and silver gladiator sandals with straps that snake up my calves. The dress is light blue and is slightly see-through.
