Only for the Summer

|| 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑 ||

"Holy fuck...you're really pretty"

He laughs at my words. Fuck even his laugh is hot. And I think I just saw dimples appear on his cheeks. "Thank you...I think" he smiles and starts walking over to me. I'm frozen in place as he gets closer to me. Soon he's standing right in front of me.

I have to tilt my head up to look at him because if I didn't I would just be looking at his chest. I clear my throat, "As I was saying, why can't they understand me?" I put my hand on my hip and stared up at him. He looked down at my hand on my hip and then back into my eyes and I could see all over his face that he was very amused with the situation at hand. He bends down and whispers in my ear.

"You're speaking English" I look up at him confused.

"What other languages would I be-" realization dawns on me that I'm not in a English-speaking country anymore. "Oh" I say sheepishly looking at my hands.

"Yeah" he says as he chuckles.

Yup, he definitely has dimples. What does this man not have?

I take a step back realizing how close he actually was and smile awkwardly. "Um well, what's your name moneybags?" I say looking at the very expensive suit that he has on. He smiles slightly, "Niccolo Carnicelli" he says while casually sticking his hand out, "and yours?" he says while raising one of his eyebrows just a little bit. God even that was hot. How does this man make such little things hot as fuck? Jesus Christ snap out of it. I stick my hand out and put it into his,"Lil- wait Niccolo Carnicelli? That's your name? Do you just happen to own a really big business in Italy?" his smile grows big. "I do just happen to own a very big business in Italy, have you heard of it?" I realize that my hand is still his and I quickly pull it away. "I have, but not up until very recently. I actually got a job there" he raises his eyebrow again, only he raises it higher this time. "Oh really? What position?"

"I'm the new PA for Niccolo Carnicelli." I see shock flash over his features for a split second before he regains his composure. "You? You're my new PA?" I squinted my eyes at him and retorted "Is that a problem for you Mr. Carnicelli?"

He clears his throat and scratches his neck "No, I'm just not used to my PA being so— young?" My cheeks redden in embarrassment and I mumbled "oh" while turning to look away.

Abruptly his phone starts to ring and he looks down at the Caller I.D and curses under his breath. I look at his face scrunch up in annoyance before he answers the phone. "Ciao, cosa vuoi?" Him speaking in Italian catches me off guard. The way the words roll off his tongue so beautifully. I admire the language. I speak Greek but I've always wanted to learn Italian. But of course I'm still grateful I know another language besides English. My father teaching me Greek was the only good thing he did before his deadbeat ass left. We were all perfectly fine but he just had to leave. That little piece of shi-

"Hello, are you alright?" His accent disrupts me from my thoughts and my head snaps up to look at him. "Oh yeah, sorry." He smiles slightly and I realize that he's done talking on the phone. I wonder how long I was zoned out. Hopefully I didn't look like a complete idiot.

"I'm sorry but I have to go." He apologized. He takes my hand and kisses the back of it. My cheeks burn scarlet and I remove my hand from his awkwardly. He smiles and walks into which I would assume is his car. "Bye Mr. Carnicelli" I yelled out last minute.

"See you at work tomorrow." he replies with a dimpled smile before closing the door and driving off.