A Baby for the Billionaire

70

"Right, baby."

"Well, one that does start at seven is me, so I would have to be parading my way home," I warn them. A pleasure that they have made me go to this exclusive place of the restaurant, I almost ran out of dinner for having vacated too late.

"Tell the guy you work for that he exploits you."

"It's a woman, actually."

"Last night you did not come from an event for a gentleman?"

"Yes, I accompany the grandfather of her baby to some events to serve as a translator, but that is more like overtime."

"And today?"

"Today it was overtime for her."

"Your monthly payment will be a millionaire's, darling."

"If I have the health left for it."

"Beginning, it's important. Italy is not as expensive as the United States" Donatto says the obvious, and yes, I have come to the same conclusion.

I put on my cloth jacket and take out my wallet to pay them.

"How much do I owe you?" I ask Franco.

"Well, today you ate from the platter. A shared font of three, so to avoid giving us a bad score on maps, consider it a house treat."

"You made me go into the kitchen with an exclusive service after closing the premises, you even served me with all the tables occupied and...

"And you helped us set up the last tables, the least we can do is feed you for a week," adds Donatto.

I look at them gracefully.

"Only this once, I accept," I warn.

"And then you buy us the restaurant or bring us millionaire clients."

"I know a few investors..."

"Four days of work or five and you already want to exploit your contacts in Italy? Be careful, baby," says Donatto.

And Franco seconded him "maybe when they want they can come to eat. I'll close the restaurant just for your people. Let's go."

He looks for his jacket and stands next to me.

"Where?"

"Well, I'll walk you home."

"Don't worry, the apartment they've rented for me is near. It's a quiet area, I'll walk."

"No ma'am. Italy is calm as long as you trust that some idiot won't appear around to harass you" Franco tells me and Donatto agrees "Of course, until he shows up." He points at me with his fork.

I turn to him and greet him with an enthusiastic hug.

"Thank you so much guys. I am grateful to have found you."

"Say that when we've been friends for a year, at least," says Donatto. "But we can also use an American friend who lives nearby who we can bother when we need something."

"And make us keep the kitchen open after hours."

"Whatever you need, guys." They saved my dinner for the second time.

"Rest up, baby. And have fun with grandpa tomorrow" Donatto jokes and I leave with Franco, leaving a laugh on the way.

Donatto locks the door once we leave the restaurant and walk with my new friend a few blocks towards home.

We talked about the weather, it's springtime in Italy. That puts everyone in a good mood, but also arouses allergies.

At night it cools down a bit, but nothing out of this world, it's an ideal climate and the night is clear with a huge moon above us.

Once in the huge house where I rent the apartment, I point out to Franco that this is it.

"Wow, it is just an apartment."

"In fact, there are several. It's a nice place, Candela, my boss chose it herself. She has good taste.

"Why something like this instead of a luxurious loft in the heart of Milan?"

"She stalked me and asked me to describe with one word the environment where I wanted to be and I just said "something homey" and she gave me this. It's pretty, isn't it?"

"Yes it is. Well, honey, I have to go back. A pleasure to have talked about the weather."

I let out a laugh and hug him.

"Same here, American girl."

"Rest my friend."

I kiss his cheek after shaking him and he pulls away a little. He turns and goes back the way we came.

However, as I insert the key into the lock to turn it, I have a slight feeling that I am being watched.

I turn to Franco who is already around the corner.

But then I look to the other end and I see it.

A dark figure, standing, staring at me.