CHAPTER 3

More than a minute later, cousin Bruce, who is watching her from the balcony of the house, becomes impatient and, at the same time, curious to see what was beyond that beautiful and shapely leg. She alone had already received the highest beauty score.

He can't contain himself when, instead of leaving the vehicle completely, she puts her leg back inside. So, the young man, who normally does not move from where he is to receive anyone, because, throughout his life, men and women have moved towards him, decides to break protocol and goes out to meet that mysterious woman, who, in understanding him, she arrived from her trip before the date, eager to meet him.

At the exact moment he takes long steps towards her, Rúbia, coincidentally, gets out of the car and walks with her head down, looking at the papers, towards him, who in turn stops immediately, feeling as if a tranquilizer dart hit your chest at the level of your heart. She feels the sting and pain followed by an inability to move.

The eyes seemed to scan the entire woman in every smallest detail: the long gray dress, but with openings that went up beyond the legs, almost reaching waist height, except for the inch that was missing. A thin waist that made it seem like she could cover it with one hand, from the point of view of the distance between them.

The bust displayed breasts that could serve as models of perfection, both in contour and size, symmetrically perfect in relation to that woman's body and height. It makes him salivate, sweat and shake as soon as he notices. Her dress was so tight that it resembled a thin, silvery painting, which was only made less visible by the ripples caused by her sensual movement.

As Rúbia paraded towards her cousin, simply because she was heading towards the door of the house, the wind rushed in carrying the scent of her perfume. But she also contributed to the sensuality by blowing at the perfect intensity, making the long, light brown hair, which adorned her beautiful face, fly to the point that some strands persisted in kissing her on the mouth.

Mouth, by the way, had full lips that were lightly painted red. The same light and refreshing breeze were not enough to cool the white and feverish body of the pale European who was a few steps away from the muse.

He looked like a motionless, trembling target, similar to a gazelle when faced with a hunter. The internal disturbance she felt was deciding what words should come out of her mouth when she was at a distance that required him to say something.

However, the white boy's lips were paralyzed, similar to when he, as a child, walked through the snow, in the intense winter of the place he came from. Although the temperature around him seemed to be at least forty degrees, considering how drenched in sweat he was in seconds.

Finally, she gets very close, about a step away, without noticing him until then. When she raises those green eyes, before running over him, she looks at him, widening them, scared.

It's no wonder. He is in front of a man of athletic build, reddish hair, about six feet tall, white as a bleached rag. Although at the moment he is pinker, with bright blue eyes, which seemed lit and brighter than normal for this species of Caucasian creature.

On the other hand, he, who was already watching her from a certain distance, as she came towards him, is even more surprised to see her beautiful eyes up close, as if smiling together with her mouth. Her light brown skin resembled that of a baby, and the delicacy spread across all exposed parts of her body.

It was quite evident that the big man had been invisible to her until that moment. But the one who seemed most surprised was him. There was no time to formulate and select the best words that could give a good first impression. Then, literally, you are left speechless. Just panting.

"I was running...?" She asks with a soft and delicate, but serious tone of voice.

She found him attractive, which was logical from an aesthetic point of view. Charming, what a woman would instinctively find. But not desirable, which didn't make much sense. Considering that the statistics regarding him were that ten out of every ten women wanted him at first glance.

“My God, it looks like a plucked chicken..., she thinks inwardly, criticizing the color of his skin, with no trace of having been in the sun.”

He, noticing that she was well made up, assumed that her delay in getting out of the car could indicate that she was touching up, and perhaps even combing her hair to meet him.

“Bruce!” tries to resuscitate him, with a high-pitched voice.

He, in turn, wants to, but can't say anything for a few more seconds.

"Hey...?"

“Do you understand my language?” she asks sincerely. After all, he's not Brazilian and she supposed he might not know how to greet her.

Rúbia has always stirred the deepest feelings of passion in practically all the men who met her. This became a routine for her. Over the course of her life, she had heard many songs. From the most sincere and romantic to the most crude and surreal. But it was the first time she had encountered a strike of that magnitude. Yes, there have been cases of little boys and teenagers becoming paralyzed in front of it. But not such a big man, behaving like a mouse before a snake.

After the penny drops, she gives a small, sarcastic smile saying:

“Relax, cousin...Relax, cousin!”

“I'm trying” she expresses herself, with a voice less serious than hers and with great difficulty in disguising her emotion.

“Alright, make yourself comfortable. I'll have to go in, because these heels are killing me, and these documents in my hands even more so. We're going to have to continue buying agricultural products from the same supplier, so I don't have to worry about these hassles. Well, forget it, this has nothing to do with you. Feel free, I think I already said that.” Already smiling, in a sensual way, from his point of view, and from hers, something natural and spontaneous.

“I’ll be fine, I’ll be here for a long time, if I allow it.”

“Hmm, how beautiful!” Praise her.

"What?" He asks, eyes widening.

“I’m talking about your accent. You speak my language well, a little Portuguese, I confess. This will make things easier, or rather, communication with our employees...” she reveals. Then she pats one of his arms and leaves towards the house.

He turns towards her and follows her with his gaze. He wouldn’t miss the rest of the show for anything, nor the “bare back” neckline detail.

Distantly, she says: “until noon, if you’re still here we’ll have lunch together, right?”

“Yes, miss, I understand...” understands the maid.

“Otherwise, I’m going to eat in my room…” simply.

Soon after, finally, they climb the staircase of the mansion.