We left the museum. On the street, there was a black limo. He took my hand
and glided me to it.
"Is this Yours?" I asked.
"Yes," he responded with what seemed like a growling.
The driver came out and walked to the back. He opened the door for us. The interior was blood red. It was so beautiful.
"Do you like it?"
"Y-yes."
"I've had it for a long time."
"Really?"
"Yes"
"Where is your hotel?"
"It is on Plaza Road."
"Antonio, Plaza Road!"
"Yes, sir."
Soon we were headed to the hotel.
"So what is you name?"
"I'm sorry. My name is Marie."
"Marie...what a beautiful name."
I could have sworn that he growled again.
"My name is Vittorio."
"Well hello, Vittorio." I laughed as I held at my hand. He placed his hand on mine. His skin was so cold. He pulled my hand to his lips and kissed it. Like a child, I wanted to giggle or melt. Fortunately, I had self-control
"Good evening, Marie" he smiled. This man was intoxicating. We quickly pulled up on Plaza Road. The driver held the door open. As I was getting out, Vittorio grabbed my arm.
"Wait," he said I stepped out. He was right behind me.
He whispered in my ear, "I'm sorry. It's just I was brought up to help a lady out of the car." I turned around. He looked like a wounded pup.
"No. No, I'm sorry. I didn't know."
He laughed, "Look at us. We haven't even known each other for more than a few hours and we already apologized twice."
"Hours?!?!?" I looked at my watch. It was almost 2 in the morning. "Damn!"
"What? What is it?" he was concerned.
"I'm really late. I'm going to be in so much trouble. Mrs. Powell is going to have my head. God, why am I so stupid?"
"I'm sure it isn't that bad."
"Yes, it is. I'm going to get suspended and probably won't graduate on time. I won't be able to leave this hotel unless we are going to the airport."
"Could she really do that?"
"Yeah. Because she is a evil bitch."
"Hmmm...will you go out with me tomorrow night?"
"What? I'm sure I can't."
"You never know. Promise me you'll go out with me tomorrow regardless what she says."
"Why should I?" I was teasing him. I was flirting with him.
"Because you'll have a time of your life."
"I'll think about it." He then pulled me into his arms. He had amazing strength.
"No. You have to tell me 'yes' now!" He was starting to scare me. I said what I thought would stop this madness.
"Yes, I will."
"Is this Yours?" I asked.
"Yes," he responded with what seemed like a growling.
The driver came out and walked to the back. He opened the door for us. The interior was blood red. It was so beautiful.
"Do you like it?"
"Y-yes."
"I've had it for a long time."
"Really?"
"Yes"
"Where is your hotel?"
"It is on Plaza Road."
"Antonio, Plaza Road!"
"Yes, sir."
Soon we were headed to the hotel.
"So what is you name?"
"I'm sorry. My name is Marie."
"Marie...what a beautiful name."
I could have sworn that he growled again.
"My name is Vittorio."
"Well hello, Vittorio." I laughed as I held at my hand. He placed his hand on mine. His skin was so cold. He pulled my hand to his lips and kissed it. Like a child, I wanted to giggle or melt. Fortunately, I had self-control
"Good evening, Marie" he smiled. This man was intoxicating. We quickly pulled up on Plaza Road. The driver held the door open. As I was getting out, Vittorio grabbed my arm.
"Wait," he said I stepped out. He was right behind me.
He whispered in my ear, "I'm sorry. It's just I was brought up to help a lady out of the car." I turned around. He looked like a wounded pup.
"No. No, I'm sorry. I didn't know."
He laughed, "Look at us. We haven't even known each other for more than a few hours and we already apologized twice."
"Hours?!?!?" I looked at my watch. It was almost 2 in the morning. "Damn!"
"What? What is it?" he was concerned.
"I'm really late. I'm going to be in so much trouble. Mrs. Powell is going to have my head. God, why am I so stupid?"
"I'm sure it isn't that bad."
"Yes, it is. I'm going to get suspended and probably won't graduate on time. I won't be able to leave this hotel unless we are going to the airport."
"Could she really do that?"
"Yeah. Because she is a evil bitch."
"Hmmm...will you go out with me tomorrow night?"
"What? I'm sure I can't."
"You never know. Promise me you'll go out with me tomorrow regardless what she says."
"Why should I?" I was teasing him. I was flirting with him.
"Because you'll have a time of your life."
"I'll think about it." He then pulled me into his arms. He had amazing strength.
"No. You have to tell me 'yes' now!" He was starting to scare me. I said what I thought would stop this madness.
"Yes, I will."