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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The true test for Cata comes in three, two, one...
"I'm going downstairs to game for my shift," I tell her. I need to find out if she wants to go online and introduce herself to the fans. Maybe it's too soon. I'm worried about how they'll react, and how she'll react to them. The guys online can be harsh and are usually crude.
"That's so odd to hear you say that. Gaming as a shift job," she laughs, and I do, too.
"Yeah, the good part is, I don't want to play at all during the other sixteen hours of the day."
"I can imagine. And at least when you have a girlfriend someday, she won't complain about how much time you spend gaming."
I nod. I don't think it's sunk in for Cata that I want her, and only her, as my girlfriend. I open my mouth to tell her this but remind myself that we're just getting reacquainted. "So, you're free to hang out here in the office and get organized. Whatever you need. It's only your first day, so take it easy."
She's at the desk I bought for her, in front of the new laptop I purchased. Swiveling to face me, she grins. "Thank you for setting everything up for me." Her hand sweeps around the workstation, which also includes a vase of daisies on the top shelf. I remembered that daisies are her favorite flower.
Zelda's under the desk, lying at Cata's feet. The little dog sighs with contentment.
I'm sitting in a chair near Cata and swivel to look at the dog. I know how you feel; I want to say to Zelda. This whole moment, with Cata looking happy in my house, makes me feel exactly the same way. Content. Proud, even. Like everything I never had, everything I wished for, has finally come true.
"Um, so hey," I begin, jiggling my knee at warp speed. "What do you think about introducing yourself online?"
I'm hesitant because I don't want her thinking that I'm using her as a prop in our Big Brother-like experiment. And I don't want her offended if the guys say something crude. But then again, she will end up online at some point. It's better to introduce her to our fans sooner, rather than later. Get them used to her.
"You could come down and game with me a little bit. Show your face to the regulars."
A flash of panic crosses her face, and then she nods enthusiastically. Maybe a little too enthusiastically.
"Yeah. I'll do it."
I grin. "Do you want a gamer name?"
She tilts her head adorably and makes the sexy pout. I want to kiss her.
"No," she shakes her head. "I'll go with my real name. I'm going to own this. It'll be better for my resume, I think. What game are you playing today, anyway?"
"Let's play Zelda, in honor of the dog."
"You don't only play new games?"
"We can do whatever we want. We're not professional gamers. People watch us more for our personalities than our gaming skills. If I were a pro gamer, I'd be on the road, touring."
