Until our official ‘first date.’
It was Emilia’s day off, and I got Adriano’s permission to take the day off, too. Bianca had to nudge him into letting me, though.
“Come on, he’s taking her to the Boboli Gardens,” Bianca said, and added humorously, “Don’t make me call Niccolo.”
“You better not,” Adriano warned her.
“I will if you don’t give him the day off.”
“FINE. I’ll give him the fuckin’weekoff if I don’t have to hear any more about the goddamn fuckin’ Medicis.”
So I took Emilia to the Boboli Gardens.
And everything thatcouldgo wrong,did.
I picked her up in the Mercedes, which I’d borrowed for the day.
She was wearing a tight, cream-colored sweater and a knee-high black skirt that showed off her stunning legs.
Even better, she was wearing knee-high leather boots.
Iloveboots.
I wanted to take her back up to her apartment and ravish her…
But I had to take her to the Boboli Gardens instead.
Fuckin’ Niccolo…
Adriano must’ve been wearing off on me. I swore never to repeat that thought out loud. It would get me busted back down to an entry-level foot soldier for sure, if not punched in the face.
Although if I said it just around Adriano, he might give me a pay raise.
…still not worth the risk, though.
I kissed Emilia out on the sidewalk. “You look incredible.”
“Thank you,” she said with a smile. “You look very nice, too.”
I was wearing my standard black suit and white shirt with no tie. My tailored suits were the nicest clothes I owned, so of course I’d worn one for the date.
I opened the passenger door.
Her smile faded as she looked down at the Mercedes. “This is your car from work, right?”
“It is.”
“Nobody’s died in there, right?” she said with a smile, trying to make a joke.
I gave her a disbelieving look, like,Did you really just say that?
“Sorry,” she said with a wince. “I’m still a little… ‘uneasy’ about your job.”
“Nobody’s died in there,” I promised her.
“And nobody’s shot anybody from inside it?”
I gave her another look.REALLY?
