What Is He Thinking About?

I am in the kitchen eating breakfast before going out shopping later. I decided to stay in California and help with the investigation. I won’t be leaving till we find out who’s trying to kill one of us. While enjoying my breakfast, Stefano walks into the kitchen.

“I need you to come to the office with me today,” Stefano says while going through the fridge.

“Why?”

“I need your report on some documents you helped me take care of while I was recovering.”

“Alright, can I come later? I have somewhere to be.”

“Sure, here,” he says, placing a car key on the table.

“Is this the key for the car I think it is?” I ask, excited about him giving me the key for the Pagani Huayra.

“Bring it back home without a scratch,” he says walking out of the kitchen before I can ask him why he gave me the car keys or even thank him.

I wonder what made him give me the car for a day. I could care less right now, all that I can think of is the fact that I would be driving a Pagani Huayra for the whole day. I quickly go inside my room to change my outfit and take the elevator downstairs to the parking lot. I am so happy to be driving the car of my dreams.

I text Ivan to meet me on my way to the mall, he is too busy right now, so we decided to meet at lunchtime. I spend most of my morning shopping before driving to Stefano’s office. I step into his office after knocking on the door.

“Hello,” I say cheerfully.

“I need full reports on these documents before the end of the day,” he says, ignoring my greeting and hands me a pile of papers.

“Stefano, there are a lot of documents. I won’t be able to finish with them before the end of today.”

“Then you better get started,” he says, ignoring me, again.

I am halfway through with my reports on the documents he gave me when I realize I have to leave now if I want to catch up with Ivan for lunch.

“Stefano, I am going for lunch; I will come back soon to finish the report.”

“Before you leave, help me with one of the folders on the shelves; the name on the folder is ‘Nigerian hotel plan’,” he says, not lifting his eyes away from the papers in front of him.

“Alright,” I say and walk over to the shelves. I wish he lifted his eyes when he talked to me, he would have seen that the folder he needs is too high up for me. I struggle to reach the folders by jumping but fail. I decide to turn around to tell Stefano I can’t get it, but bump into something hard. I realize my hard wall is Stefano’s rock-hard body. I can feel my hands itching to feel what is underneath this lovely Armani suit of his. I feel him staring down at me as I look up. His eyes are showing something different in them today. I can tell he is thinking about something while looking at me, I can’t say what, at least he isn’t looking at me with anger.

This proximity to him is making my heart rate increase for unknown reasons. I feel different every time I am close to him. Stefano abruptly walks out of the office, leaving me wondering what he was thinking about while looking at me.

After that intense moment with Stefano, I decided to finish the report at home to avoid more awkward moments with him, it seems he doesn’t feel the same way. My phone is ringing and it’s Stefano calling; I answer to find out what he needs.

“What are you doing?” Stefano says as I answer the call. No greeting at all, rude as always.

“I am about to head back to the penthouse.”

“Then, you aren’t doing anything. I need you to come downstairs and hand me the keys to the Pagani Huayra.”

“Why, did something happen to the car?” I ask, worried I might have gotten a scratch on the car.

“No, I need to be somewhere, Samuel is running late with my car.”

Thank God, I was worried for a second that I scratched the car.

“Oh, I will be down shortly,” I say hanging up the phone.

I walk out of his office, I take the elevator to the ground floor to meet him. I find him outside beside the car. I hand him the keys and walk towards the street to find a cab to take me back to the penthouse. It would be faster for him to take the car than him taking a taxi. I don’t get to walk far before Stefano blocks my path with the car.

“Get in.”

“Why?”

“I need you to drive the car back, Samuel is meeting me at the restaurant.”

“Oh, alright, can I ask something,” I say, entering the car.

“Sure, what?”

“Why don’t you have the car at the office today?” I ask, wondering how he got to work today.

“I drove to work, on my way, I noticed the car had some issues. I had Samuel take it for repairs and asked him to bring me another one from home.”

“Oh, I understand now.”

“Yeah.”

Stefano’s driving skills make me fear for my life all the time. We arrive at the restaurant in record time but Stefano doesn’t step out.

“This meeting is crucial to me; make sure you don’t do anything that will mess it up for me.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because you are coming with me, do I have to spell everything out for you?”

“Why?” I ask, confused.

“Do you prefer to wait for Samuel to arrive in the car,” he says, and I finally understand what he is saying. He wants me to attend the meeting with him and wait till Samuel gets here with his car before I leave. He could have just said that instead of confusing me.

“No.”

“Then we have an understanding,” he says, getting out of the car. I follow him into the restaurant.

We walk inside, through the kitchen and arrive at a private room. It looks like a room for illegal gambling. I am not surprised his meeting is here. I have attended some of these types of meetings with my brother and father. It also explains why he needs me on my best behavior but it doesn’t mean he has the right to tell me rudely. The people that usually run these underground casinos are traditionally on edge, so it’s good to be on your best behavior.

A man who looks a little older than Stefano by maybe a few years, walks over to us. He has beautiful dark skin and hazel brown eyes with a lot of tattoos all over his body. Stefano and the man share greetings and walk to his office. They ask me to sit outside while they talk. Stefano doesn’t mind me attending the meeting, but the man does. I am sitting outside waiting for them, while feeling hungry as fuck. The worst part is that since we are behind the kitchen, I can smell all the wonderful aromas of the restaurant’s food. While waiting, I also text Ivan to apologize because I don’t think I will meet him for lunch today.