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I even looked him up on the internet and watched some clips on YouTube of him playing for the Seattle Hawks.
He's a machine on the ice. He’s quick, as well as sexy.
I can’t stop thinking about Friday and how great it will be if he comes to Miami. The day can’t come soon enough.
We text back and forth during the week. This whole thing between us makes me smile constantly. Okay, we did sext again and got hot and heavy before my stir-fry session, and that was hot but not usual for me, given I still barely know the guy.
I guess because I’ve heard his name over the years when Em and Taylor were together during college when they all lived in Seattle, it almost feels like I know him. But since I’ve never lived in Seattle, our paths have never crossed.
That’s my justification. Not that I feel I need one, but it has given me a little spark in my step since coming back from Seattle. I won’t deny it; I can’t stop thinking about him.
I also love the fact we chatted while I was making dinner and that he didn’t just want to see me naked. Despite Tess's curiosityabout why I'm always smiling lately, I'm staying silent about him at work.
I have a couple of other friends outside of work I’ve known since college, Elle and Wren, and I update them with all the gossip on Thursday night.
I haven’t seen them since I got back, but I have texted them, as they both like ice hockey. They know who Ashton Rivers is. Unlike me, they know some rules and the players.
“I had no idea it was getting this serious so fast,” Elle laughs, pouring us all a glass of rosé at the fancy wine bar where we meet downtown while waiting for our order.
“It is kind of intense,” I admit, letting my hair loose by undoing the bandana I’m wearing. It's been hectic getting everything ready for the new listing and having consecutive meetings with clients today, all related to tomorrow’s auction with the Overtons.
I feel a lot of pressure because if I can't get them the house they want, I’m the one who will have to disappoint them with the bad news. Unfortunately, that’s the name of the game in real estate.
However, I don’t think they will take too kindly to the ‘you win some, you lose some’ kind of attitude, even if it might be true.
“Give us some deets, for god’s sake!” Wren presses. “You’ve been keeping a lid on things since you got back.”
“I was straight back to work!” I defend, shaking it off. “You know what it’s like. You drop the ball for five seconds in real estate, and all hell breaks loose.”
“While I admit, that’s true.” Wren nods. “You can’t go and have this fancy romp with an NHL star while you’re on vacation and barely say two words to your best friends about it!”
Hmm. Maybe she’s right.
She gives me a shake on the shoulder.
"It's been a long time since I've seen you look like this," she says.
I lift my gaze to look at her. “Look like what?” I ask.
“Like you have a new lease on life,” Elle puts in.
“Exactly,” Wren agrees. “I’m excited for you, Mads.”
“Just to clarify, we haven’t had a fancy romp.”At least… not in person.
They both give me a look. “However…” I continue as they both grin their heads off because they know at least something has happened. “He gave me a very sinful kiss when he dropped me home from our date in Seattle.”
“OHMYGOD, and you didn’t bone him?” Elle whines, chuckling over her glass.
I shoot her a look. “No, I didn’t bone him! I just met him a few days before.”
“So what!” Wren chuckles. “Noah and I did it on our first date, and look how far we've come!”
I laugh into my glass of wine. Wren is an architect, and her boyfriend is a hot, greasy, muscular motorbike mechanic covered in tatts. It's a far cry from what you would think would attract her, considering she wears sharp suits and looks immaculate every day of her life.
They've been going strong for more than a year.
“You did it on the first date?” Elle wails.
