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                                                                                             Rose
the car ride is pretty quiet, i don't think he's a very talkative person but i don't mind , it's a comfortable silence , i hate pushing people. he drives quite fast but i love it, i love the rush. some stupid car decides to go on red from the right side and Enzo pulls the break quickly , he places his hand on my thigh, and my breath hitches. the car comes to a stop and he looks at me.
" you okay?" 
i nod, not being able to form any words now , his hand is still on my thigh, and yet again i'm a toaster apparently. 
" stronzo" ohh i beginning to love the italian language , even tho i know he probably said some bad word. he takes his hand of and were of again. he drives to the back of a massive building in the middle of Rome and goes into the garage,he parks the car and i get out. 
" well, thank you so much for dropping me , it means a lot"
" wait where you going?"
i'm so confused i point out the garage, awkwardly. " umm job searching .."
" alone? nah come with me i just need to sign some paperwork and i'll go with you"
" i don't want to keep you from working , its okay"
" trust me its fine. now come one" 
i stand there like the idiot that i am , because i'm so in shock. why does a stranger care about me? maybe he doesn't , it's probably coz of my uncle. yeah that's it. when i don't move he takes my hand in his and i look at it , why do i like it? i need to stop thinking about this man so much. he starts walking to the elevator with my hand in his.  he presses the number 15 , yes that's how massive this building is. 
the elevator doesn't make things any better, i feel hotter somehow. i hope my hand is not sweating .. what is going on with me? he only touched my hand and i feel like jumping his bones i need to control myself, i'm not that girl.  the elevator dings , and opens. he still holding my hand , is that normal in Italy ? in a workplace? . we come to stop by a woman at a desk. 
" oh good morning Mr. Binacheli , Mr. Kortez is waiting for you in the office"
" okay, get me the paperwork"
she looks me up and down , with that bitchy' type of look, kind of makes me uncomfortable.
" yes sir. right away" 
without another word he pulls on my hand to start walking , but i feel weird going in there when he has someone waiting for him.
" i can wait here"
he shakes his head and pulls my hand again to go with a sigh i just go. he opens the door and lets go of my hand , i let out a breath i didn't know i was holding. The office looks so beautiful, and massive space, there a couch at the other side of the room , the best way to explain it is when you're watching a movie about powerful CEOs'.
" oh there you are, Enzo how are you?" 
" Chavier" Enzo nods at him 
the man looks me up and down , and it makes me uncomfortable , weird right? when Enzo does that i get horny , shit what am i saying !! 
the man starts walking closer to me and takes my hand , " and who might this be?" and kisses my hand. i smile not knowing what to do.
" umm i'm Rose , nice to meet you Mr. Kortez" i pull my hand away as politely as i can, and smile at the man.
Enzo comes closer to me and puts a hand behind my back, damn here we go again with the microwave or..was it a toaster ?  eff, same thing.
" non provare nemmeno ad andarci" ( don't even try to go there)
"non fare lo stronzo, condividi, non puoi tenerla solo per te" ( don't be a dick, share, you can't keep her for only for yourself ) 
"fine della discussione" (end of discussion) 
i just stand there stupidly , not understanding much of anything except the ones that are similar to English. the man Chavier, lets out a sigh as he looks at me again and im starting to understand this conversation. 
" rose could you go sit down on the couch this will only take a few minutes". 
" sure" i smile and go sit on the couch to wait.