Playing with The Devil *Book 2*

*A Day in Rome*

Charlie's POV

"Oh Charlie isn't it just gorgeous here!" Kat exclaimed looping her arm in mine. I looked around the city and nodded slowly. It really was gorgeous here. Kat and I decided we would go exploring the city looking for a dress shop.

After searching the town we came up with nothing. When we tried asking for directions almost everyone we had asked spoke Italian. We ended up at a small cafe. After taking a while to figure out the menu, which was in Italian, we ended up with two lattes. It took a lot of google translate to figure out what was being said.

"Maybe we should ask one of the people here. Like him." Kat said nodding in a direction. I followed her gaze to a boy that looked about our age. He was tan and had a head of dark blonde hair. He had emerald green eyes and a dimpled smile. He was cute to say the least.

"And he's cute, maybe you can get his number?" Kat said with a smirk. I shrugged and rolled my eyes.

"I am only doing this because we need to have those dresses by tomorrow." I said standing up. I walked over to where the man sat by himself reading a book. He looked at ease as his eyes ran over all the words on the page. I cleared my throat slightly gaining his attention.

"Ciao, dove posso trovare un negozio... uh. uhm.. della morte?"I asked looking unsure. I had learned a little Italian while I was with Jacob. I had picked up on his speaking it when he spoke on the phone. I didn't know much and I was obviously new at it. The boy raised an eyebrow before a grin broke out onto his face, his dimples showing once more.

"You know you just asked me where a death store is right?" He said a chuckle leaving his lips. My cheeks flushed and I bit my lower lip slightly.

"Oh you speak English." I mumbled. He laughed a little more before nodding.

"I just embarrassed myself for no reason. Great." I said talking to myself. The man just looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"So what was it you were really trying to ask?" He asked after examining me for a few seconds. I turned my head and looked at my cousin who was looking at the man next to me with dreamy eyes. Boy crazy woman. I cleared my throat and fixed my posture, my cold and confident demeaner coming back.

"We have a ball we have to attend tomorrow and I was wondering if you knew the way to a dress shop. My cousin and I both need dresses and we couldn't find a store anywhere." I said crossing my arms. His eyes slowly traveled down to where my arms crossed, well more specifically his eyes landed on my boobs, which popped out more. Horny men I swear.

"Eyes up here." I snapped slightly. His eyes instantly shot back up to mine and he gave me a sheepish smile.

"I will show you where it is, but what do I get out of this?" He challenged copying my stance by crossing his arms. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Being a nice. I don't fucking know. Listen here you don't know who you are talking to so I wouldn't piss me off." I growled out at him. His grin was replaced by a smirk.

"And I don't think you know either. I am guessing you are going to the ball hosted for the king as they call him?" He asked questionably. I curtly nodded.

"Let me take you to the ball. Be my date." He said shrugging his shoulders. I was slightly taken back.

"No." I stated. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"What do you mean no?" He challenged back.

"I mean no I wont go with you. I don't do the whole date thing. How about you just be a nice guy instead of being a dick and help us out." I snapped. He just shrugged and picked up his book again.