Chapter 5
Giorgio
As I walked out of the café and back to the car, I grinned to myself.
Madonn, what a woman!
I’d never seen a more beautiful girl in my life.
I mean, all the Rosolini brothers’ wives were really hot –
But none of them had blonde hair that shimmered like gold.
Emilia had acted distant, yes, but it was an act.
I didn’t let it bother me. I liked a challenge.
I wasn’t convinced about the boyfriend. At first I believed her, but then it seemed like she was insisting too much – like the whole That’s why I don’t respond to flirting from male customers thing.
Who says that?
Nobody.
I thought it was pretty funny, though, which was why I’d laughed.
Guess I wasn’t as smooth as Valentino Rosolini. Not as good-looking, either – though I wasn’t half bad.
What bothered me the most was the way she’d looked at my suit and immediately tensed up…
Almost like she knew what I did for a living.
That could be a problem.
But it didn’t matter. I’d already made up my mind: I was going to get Emilia to go out with me.
Every chance I got, I was going to drop into the café and lay on the charm until she had no choice but to say ‘yes.’
If my line of work was the problem, I was going to show her that I was different.
And even if she put up more walls, I was more than willing to climb over them, dig under them, or go around.
Whatever it took, until she point-blank told me, GO AWAY.
But I was pretty sure she wouldn’t.
I felt a spark between us, even though she was trying to hide it.
“Emilia,” I murmured to myself as I drove away.
A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.