The next morning I woke up with a soft knock on the door, I picked up the cell phone from the headboard to see the time, and it was a little past eight in the morning.
- Buongiorno signorina. Here is your breakfast, we did everything according to the recommendations, I hope it's to your liking. Buon appetito. - said the waiter, very cordial and friendly.
- Grazie. - I thanked him without really understanding what recommendations. The truth is that I was hungry and that breakfast was too beautiful.
There were several delicious things on the table, hazelnut cream, croissants, strawberries, hot chocolate, coffee, juices, etc., but what really caught my attention was a note that came with a wonderful bouquet of flowers.
"I hope that breakfast is to your liking. Unfortunately I won't be able to be your tour guide today so I made a short itinerary of places that I'm sure you will enjoy visiting. Have a nice day. See you the day after tomorrow. - Enzo."
That little note made me smile, Enzo knew how to be cute, after all. I looked out the window and it really was a very nice day. I decided to follow the itinerary of "my tour guide" and enjoy the day as he recommended. I pulled out a floral, sleeveless dress that I loved wearing with my pair of white sneakers. I took a long shower, did a nude makeup, put on the chosen look for the day, put on some perfume and went to explore that beautiful place. After all, I was in Florence. The place I most wanted to see in the world.
I ended up leaving Enzo's list aside and decided to walk without commitment, I walked a lot and got lost equally. I decided to have pizza margherita for lunch at a charming pizzeria and then I realized that no one should die without first tasting a real Italian pizza.
It was almost seven o'clock at night and my mission was to have ice cream before returning to the hotel and taking the opportunity to rehearse a little more what I was going to say at the congress. After all, the big day was coming and it was impossible not to feel a chill in the belly when thinking about it.
I was sitting enjoying that wonderful gelato and thinking about everything that had happened to me on the last day. And suddenly I found myself imagining Vincenzo there with me, eating ice cream after a day spent touring the sights he had chosen for me. Too bad he had to go to Milan and leave me here alone. For some reason I was curious to know what his day had been like and if he was still working at such an hour. Or maybe he had gone out to dinner with important people or some beautiful woman like Louise. Remembering that slender blonde didn't make me feel good, I figured I was making a face, because a little child passed me by showing his tongue.
I got lost in those thoughts. In thoughts about him and everything Nessa has told me in our video call last night. I was still struggling against the desire that a part of me had to agree with everything she had said to me. She couldn't be right, could she? Oh no, she can't.
- Nina!!! - said a voice that seemed to come from far away.
I was looking for that voice and for who it belonged.
- Marina, here! - now the voice seemed to be closer.
I finally found the person who that voice belonged to. Hurried across the street, with the collar of his shirt unbuttoned, running towards me with a smile that seemed to have made the night clearer. It was Enzo
- I knew I would find you here. - he said when he approached with a huge smile on his face.
-Hi. - I smiled.
Enzo sat down, leaning his chair towards me, while folding his shirt sleeve, he was panting and a little sweaty from his little run to here. His tousled hair made him look sexy. I was sure I was looking at him like an idiot now.
- What is it? - he asked me.
- Nothing, I'm just thinking. - I answered, nodding my head.
- Thinking of? - he asked with a curious look.
- Thinking if you want help with these sleeves, it seems that you are losing badly for them. Here, let me help you fold them. - I said, pulling his forearm towards me.
I was definitely doing a better job than him by folding his shirt sleeve and when I pulled on his right arm to continue my excellent work, I was surprised by the touch of his left hand resting on my thigh. I jumped a little, which he didn't seem to notice, and it didn't look like the touch was deliberate either.
My dress was not too short but half of my thigh was exposed and it was right there that he put his hand, between the fabric and my bare skin.
That simple touch, of his skin against mine, caused all kinds of sensation in my body and they all ended in the same place. Between my legs. My body was fully aware of his presence and all that proximity, not that we hadn't been that close before. Thinking about it, in the bathroom incident we were even closer than we were now, but the situations were completely different.
When I finished folding his right sleeve, he lightly pressed the skin on my thigh before removing his hand off it and I immediately wanted him to put it back on there. It was such a subtle gesture and his face was so unpretentious that I wasn't sure if he was aware of that contact or if it was just me, that couldn't control my stupid body from feeling things at inappropriate times.
I immediately settled back in my chair, turning to face the table, crossing my legs. Well, I didn't have a dick to worry about showing when I was excited but I still worried that Enzo would notice my discomfort.
- So, how was your day? - he said, taking me out of my daydream.
- Everything was fine, I woke up with a wonderful breakfast arriving at my door and a beautiful bouquet of flowers. It was very kind of you, I loved it.
I also walked a lot and lost myself equally. Perhaps if I had followed your itinerary, it would not have happened. - I said in an apologetic tone.
- I'm glad that coffee and flowers pleased you, it's not a problem about the itinerary. I imagine that making a tour without a proper guide must be very bad, so tomorrow I can take you to see some places if you want. - he said being so kind and considerate.
- Sure, I'll love it. But how did you go about your day? I imagine you must be tired. I thought you would only be back tomorrow at the end of the day.
- Ah yes, that was the initial plan, but as the meetings went on we saw that everything was fine and that there was no need for another one tomorrow morning. So, I'm here, in better company. - he said smiling and, damn, he had a really charming smile.
We continued talking for a few hours, about anything and everything. I told him about the places I would like to visit and how happy I was to be in Italy. Enzo was a good listener, or at least he was very good at pretending to be because he seemed genuinely interested in all the bullshit I was talking about.
We decided to return to the hotel around ten o'clock. We walked side by side down the corridor to the elevator and then after the elevator to the door of my room, where he waited for me to open it before finally saying goodbye and each one of us entering our respective rooms.
I stopped, leaning behind the door, thinking how things had been different between Enzo and me this time. A different good. And without thinking twice I took my phone out of my bag and quickly typed a message to my best friend.
"Okay, you may be right, you bitch."
In less than thirty seconds the name "Vaca" along with my best friend's photo started flashing on the screen.
- I KNEW IT! Details! Now!!! - she screamed.
Oh boy, that would be a long night of girl talk.