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She smiled, I smiled.
On the way back to her hotel, I drive at 15mph in a 30mph zone, just to enjoy her company.
Chapter 8
Nicholas
The following morning at 6:00, I step into the lobby to find her readingThe Love Thigh-Angle.
“Good morning, Sunshine.”
Looking up, she powers off the iPad and places it in her bag.She had told me the name of book on the drive up, in case you’re wondering if I have Superman kinda vision.
“Good morning, Sir,” she replies, standing up. She is wearing black leggings.Damn, her body is banging. Sporting a blue sleeveless exercise top and blue adidas running shoes, she has an out-of-place, red merino wool turtleneck sweater, wrapped around her waist. An unusual combination… I guess, the result of her not packing for an outing in the mountains. But she pulled it off in style.
“Lemme get this straight,” I drawl, “I give you a buzzing name, ‘Sunshine’ … and you give me a dull ‘Sir’. Let’s try that again.”
“Good morning, Sunshine,” I grin.
“Good morning, Pumpkin.”Hell, yea. Now that’s what I’m talking about!
“Ready for the day?”
“I sure am,” she says, with the most radiant smile ever.
When we’re in the car, I reach over to the back seat and hand her a gift bag. “This is for you.” In it was a sky blue, slim fit hoodie and a vivid blue fitted cap.
“Thanks, I love them. Blue is my favourite colour.”
“I know.”
Looking at me quizzically, “How would you know that?”
I wink. “You wear blue in 53.7% of your Instagram posts.”
She smiled, I smiled.
We journey up the winding roads, taking in the picturesque view of rivers, springs and mountains along the way.
Reaching for the smart water in her bag on the backseat, she notices my books strewn on the floor. “Why do you have textbooks scattered all over the floor?” she asks curiously, picking up one of the books to examine it closely.
“Well, I usually put them on the seat, but they tend to find themselves on the floor when I drive around winding roads,” I reply sarcastically.
“You know that’s not what I’m asking.” Her tone sounding somewhat serious.
“It’s no big deal really… On Saturdays, I teach English, Math and Accounts to high school dropouts from an inner-city community, who are retaking their CSEC subjects. I guess it would be equivalent to redoing the GED in the US.”
“Oh. Wow. That’s so nice,” she says smiling. “Wait, is that why you left the luncheon early yesterday?”
“Yup.”
“I’d love to hear more about this charity, and all the other philanthropic activities you’re involved in. I saw some on your Instagram feed.”
“For sure, that would be really nice.”
About halfway to our destination we pull over at a popular look-out spot where we can see the city. The entirecity. We jump out of the car and for a moment just take in the panoramic view. “This view is breathtaking. I should take photos,” she says ecstatically, unlocking her phone. And while she is moving up and down trying to find the perfect angle, I eagle-eye her amazing body until she finally settles on the perfect position to take the photos. Oh, how I’d love to position her there, I think to myself as I watch her bend over to snap shots.
“Do you mind taking a pic of me?”
