Chapter Two
Aria, as quietly as possible, stepped into the penthouse of the Four Seasons hotel where Colin Romano was checked into. It was six in the morning. She was guessing he was asleep and didn't want to risk waking him up incase he was one of those who were grumpy when their sleep was interrupted.
Everyone, from her boss, to Colin Romano's contact in New York and the hotel management, especially when she had asked to be let in to his penthouse, had told her to be careful when dealing with him. No one wanted to receive any complaints from him about anything.
Aria, on the other hand, thought that if they didn't trust her, they might as well do the work themselves.
She managed to enter silently without any mishaps. In hand was a garment bag with a variety of clothes ranging from official to casual since she hadn't been informed of his schedule yet. She and Morgan had spent some hours picking out just a couple of clothes for him judging his size by his most recent pictures on the internet.
Her cell phone buzzed just as she placed the bag on a sofa.
"Shit!" she cursed, fumbling in her bag to answer it before it caused the man of the hour – or was it millennium - to wake. The call was from his employee.
"Hello," she whispered.
"Aria? Why are you whispering?" a female voice came through.
"Well, Emily, I happen to be in Mr. Romano's penthouse right now and I don't want to wake him up," she whispered again.
"Oh. That's very thoughtful of you but Mr. Romano's already awake."
"He is?" she quizzed, looking around her to see if he was in her line of sight or she was in his.
"I just spoke to him. Informed him that you would be coming by. I called because I realized I hadn't given you his schedule so you could know what clothes he needed for what occasion."
"Uh-huh."
At that time, someone cleared his throat. Startled by the sound, Aria turned around sharply. Her hand over her chest. Her pair of eyes landed on a man, probably in his late twenties. Colin Romano. It had to be him and damn, was he gorgeous.
His cheeks were chiseled like a finely-carved Michelangelo statue. His nose perfectly symmetrical and his lips slightly full, the kind that ends in a cute little smirk at the corners. His hair was in deep dark waves and the way he crossed his arms in front of him causing his biceps to protrude was just marvelous.
She wasn't even listening to what Romano's secretary on the other end of the line was telling her until her name was repeated several times. Emily almost shouting on the phone. That's when she realized she had been staring and in the most obvious way.
"Oh! Tell me," she went back to the conversation.
"I see you've met him," Emily said. "Anyway, I was saying that if you could come by my office, I could set his schedule in your phone so you would be informed. Is that alright with you?"
"Yeah. Okay. I'll come by." She replied before hanging up.
Colin uncrossed his arms and stretched his right hand to her.
"Colin Romano. You must be Ariel," he said. His voice was thick like good music to her ears. The way he rolled that 'r' was just perfect. She could totally get used to being called that way.
"It's Aria," she stammered when she snapped back to reality and proffered him her hand for the handshake that he was offering.
"What's that?" he pointed to the garment bag on the sofa.
