GIGGLING SOFTLY HE MADE ME SIDE-EYE HIM and I caught a sight of his beautiful smile, with the dimples on the side. And how breathtaking that was.
"I actually had abs even without working out, but after I began to work out seriously, I became like this. Now I just maintain it because I like my current shape," oh, I do too.
Gulping, I turned my eyes back to the mirror, "Of course, you do. Since when does your mother tracks you?"
"Since forever, probably. While in the US and in London, I would always go out without my phone or watch, because that way she would think I was always at home. It was better than have her questioning my every move."
After correcting all of my make up, I sat down again and turned to him, who had his fiery amber eyes on me already, "How was Yale?"
"How was Harvard?" Fair.
"It was good. I made lots of friends in different courses and in my own. Many of them always adored me like a younger sister. I still have contact with many of them, including my secretary and her husband, who is the manager of my hotels and resorts in New Zealand."
"Oh?"
"Yes. They met through me. Both are three years older than me, and were my seniors in Business School back in Harvard when I arrived that. We got friends and I offered them the opportunity of working with me, and since then they followed me everywhere I went."
He arched his eyebrows, "So, they lived with you on the 10 countries you moved to before settling here?"
"Yes. But not with me. They were my neighbors. When we settled here they got married, and I gave him the position of manager and kept her as my secretary, since she wanted to stay close to me," by the way, I'll have to lie to them saying that I'm dating Aaron, before telling them that I'll be spending two weeks with our families. "They are the ones who stay with Lion when I can't."
Again, the bastard let out a sigh of relief, "Good. So they will stay will that little monster."
I glared at him, "He's not a monster, Aaron!"
"He definitely has the size of one!" And he dared to avoid my eyes. "Back to the couple, is your secretary like the vice-president of your company or something?"
Hm, "You could say so, yeah. She has a lot of power in my company and everyone respects her. She also represents me in lots of events, since many people haven't met me. It's better like this, otherwise I would be under a spotlight I don't really want. Common people can be overbearing and way too curious about our lives, trying their all to interfere in ours. It's annoying."
"It is, indeed. I get it. Everybody knows my face, and mom doesn't help keeping a blog about us. But I'm quite used to it. Besides many people are low key scared of me," but when he said that, his eyes seemed lost.
"Aaron, people tend to fear those in power. And you are in power here. You just have to be careful with how you use it. You didn't really had the choice of hiding from people who you were, because your mom probably loved to show of you and your brothers. But don't take that as bad thing, it's probably because she loves you all too much and wanted to let others know how amazing you can be. She's a mother after all," then I tried to fix my messy hair the best I could.
"I know. Come here," holding me by my shoulders, he turned me to him and I blinked confused, then he proceeded to help me with my hair. "Sorry for this mess. I couldn't help it, they are too soft to the touch." Just like his lips.
"Curly hair is complicated."
"But worthy," indeed. "They give more personality and life to the look overall. Straight hair is too lifeless, I don't know, I'm not a fan," me neither.
"Your wavy hair is amazing too."
He grinned widely, "I know. And I take care of it, that's why I look so good."
I rolled my eyes, regretting instantly, "I have to remember not to compliment your arrogant ass. You are almost flying with this inflated ego of yours."
"Hm. I like compliments though."
"Of course, you do!" Then I closed my eyes, delighted by the feeling of his fingers on my hair, untangling my long and heavy curls. And when he was done, I opened them again. "Now, we should go. Your brother must be still waiting for us. It's Graham, right?"
"He probably is. And yes, it's him. The middle kid, the 3rd son of the family."
"The one who's 24, right?"
"Yes."
"Got it. Anything I need to know about him that isn't public?" Just to be sure.
"Nope. You already know enough," then he unlocked the doors, got out, walked to me and opened the door for me. As he gave me his hand, I took it, being towered by him all over again.
But it felt good. "Wait," I held him still for a second and sprayed my Dolce Gabbana fragrance on me and him. "It'll cover any different smell on us."
"Alright," then he took me to his side of the car, took his phone, his wallet, closed his door and turned to me again. "I smell like you."
"I'm pretty sure we smell like each other. I can scent your perfume on me, probably because of how long we were… you know."
"Do you like it?" He asked as we finally headed towards the entry of the restaurant.
"Your perfume?" A nod. "I do," and when I side-looked at him, he had a satisfied grin on. As we entered a boy that is definitely gay came to us with a big and contagious smile.
"Welcome, dear costumers. I hope you are having an awesome day," he said it in Italian and that made me feel comfortable. "It's an honor to have your presence here with us."
"The honor is all mine," I answered in Italian and by his gasp, he probably didn't expect me to speak the language and so fluently. "Your Italian is really good, by the way!"
"Thank you, ma'am. My grandparents are both Italians, so I got it from them. Yours is amazing as well! How did you learn it?"
"She's partially Italian," Aaron caught me off guard with his fluency on it. "Good to see you again, Giovanni," oh, so he must come here often, hm?! "Is my brother still here?"
"Mr. Aaron, it's good to see you again. And yes, Mr. Graham is still here, and your usual table."
Then Aaron winked at me and guided me inside, "Giovanni is the son of the owner of the restaurant. He's 17 and I know him since he was a kid, because I come here since I can remember."
I bit my bottom lip, "Your Italian is amazing."