Ximena: A Multi Series

❤️First Impressions

— Originally Rome was this super rich and attractive business man. Here's where he is first mentioned.

Ximena stood all alone at the party. Beautiful, newly 21, and single. She got hit on a few times, but kept all her interactions friendly. Then he walked up to her. Rome. He was a few good years older than her, but she had to admit he was so good looking. He couldn't take his eyes off what was in front of him either.

Rome: Hey. I couldn't help but notice you. What's your name?

She smiled politely.

Ximena: Ximena.

Rome: That's a beautiful name. For a beautiful girl. But, I knew that.

He sparked her interest.

Ximena: How so?

Rome: Have you checked your follower counts? You're all over the internet right now.

Ximena: Oh yeah, I guess that's true. I know you too..

Rome: Yeah?

Ximena: I think I follow you on Instagram, cute self...

They laughed in sync, as he kept studying her face.

Rome: We've met before...

Ximena: Oh really? Where?

Rome: I don't know, but it'll come to me soon.

Ximena: Well I wanna be the first to know.

Rome: I'm Rome, by the way.

The sparks began flying. He was rich but not arrogant or egotistical. He was naturally flirty, but not coming on too strong. Overall, charismatic and funny. Just like that they got to know each other. Occupation, interest, age. The whole nine. He made her laugh, blush, and have fun the way she was supposed to. They spent the rest of the party together. Rome figured she was not the type to sleep around the first night with just anybody, and he was right. He could tell by the amount of male advancements made towards her that she'd turned down. Strangely enough, he wanted to see more of her, and it wasn't just about sex. The party was coming to an end, so he walked Ximena out of the club.

Rome: I had a lot of fun with you tonight, Ximena. I get to be in the good graces of a dancing superstar.

She gave a feminine, flirtatious laugh.

Ximena: OMG... I had fun with you too.

Rome: Where's your car?

Ximena: Oh, I didn't drive. I'll just grab a ride, or call an Uber.

Rome: Nonsense. Let me give you a ride home.

Ximena: Are you sure? I don't want to burden you.

Rome: It's my pleasure, Miss Lady.

Ximena: Fine then.

The valet gave him his car keys and Rome tipped him. He opened the door of his Bugatti for Ximena and she got in. They sped out of the parking lot.

Rome: Put your address in the GPS.

Ximena entered her address. They listened to music and talked the whole way there.

Ximena: Which side do you live on?

Rome: Bel Air. But I used to live in Beverly Hills.

Ximena: Of course.

She chuckled and rolled her eyes expecting an answer like that, Rome said it as if it was normal though.

Rome: There was a lot of glitz and glamor in Beverly Hills. I think I like my house in Bel Air just a little better than my house in Beverly Hills.

Rome was well off, but that stuff didn't attract Ximena. Although, she could attract the attention of any man.

Rome: Where you from?

Ximena: Inglewood.

By the look on his face that was shocking.

Rome: Inglewood? Doesn't sound like you. I don't get that vibe from you.

Ximena: I'm just playing, Boo. I'm from West Hollywood.

Rome: What did you have growing up? A canopy bed with a matching vanity?

Ximena: Eww that's so specific! How'd you know?

Rome: Wait, for real?

Ximena: Uh Yeah!

Rome: I mean hearing your life story, you were the youngest and only girl. You sound like a true princess. Spoiled Rotten.

She turned up her face in disagreement.

Ximena: Mmm. I don't think so.

Rome: Whatever, you say. You should let me show you around my house sometime.

Ximena: Maybe I'll take you up on that offer...

Rome:...and to my bedroom...

Ximena: What did you say?

Rome: Nothing.

Ximena: Hm.

She smirked subtly. If she had heard him correctly, by his response, he had said exactly what she thought. She cut her eye to the side. Maybe she would take up THAT offer too. He reached Ximena's complex.

Rome: Alright, here we are. Here take my number and text me when you get in there.

They exchanged phones and plugged in each other's numbers.

Ximena: Thank you for the ride.

Rome: Of course. You know, I really want to take you out.

She blushed uncontrollably and beamed a smile at him.

Ximena: Are you asking me on a date?

Rome: Is that what they call it?

She laughed at him and playfully rolled her eyes.

Ximena: Yes!

Rome: Then that's what it is. What do you say?

She laughed at him.

Ximena: That'd be cool. I'd really like that.

Rome: Noted. Well when you get inside, we'll
talk about when and where.

Ximena: Okay...

She smiled, slightly biting her lip. They were finding it hard to part ways already.

Ximena: Uhhh! Shoot! Let me leave!

Rome: Take your time, and watch your step.

Ximena grabbed her clutch and got out of the car. He automatically shut the door and she waved at him and turned to walk in. He was fixated on her as she strutted away. He couldn't stop staring that backside of hers. She was perfect to him. Had God dropped one of his angels? They both interpreted and anticipated something very romantic in the works.