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Roderigo just grunted in irritation.
We proceeded to the cavernous main hall on the ground floor, where dozens of curious students watched as we strode past. In a sea of hoodies and jeans, six guys in $5000 suits stood out like a sore thumb.
“Shit, they’re between classes,” Roderigo grumbled.
“So?” I asked.
“So she won’t stay still. Look, she’s on the move.”
He held out his iPhone, which was displaying the Find app.
I immediately saw what he meant: the little blue dot signifying Lucia’s phone was moving slowly across the screen.
Only problem was, there was no way to tell which level of the building she was on.
“There are four floors and six of us,” I said. “We should split up.”
“Who can track her on the app?” Roderigo asked his men.
Only two of them raised their hands.
“Great,” he muttered. “Manfredo and Arnoldo, you two take the ground floor. Nino and Terancio take the second. I’ll take the third floor, and you take the fourth.”
By ‘you’ he meant me.
“Shouldn’t I go with somebody who has the app?” I asked.
“I doubt she’ll be on the fourth,” Roderigo said with a smirk. He pointed at a directory posted on the wall. “It’s mathematics and sciences – not exactly her thing. Plus, you know what she looks like from her Instagram. If I can’t find her on the third floor, I’ll come join you on the fourth.”
“Okay,” I said. Seemed reasonable. “What’s your number in case I need you?”
As he said it out loud, I dialed him and hung up so it would be in my cell.
Manfredo and Arnoldo stayed on the ground floor while the rest of us ascended the palazzo’s giant central staircase. Terancio and Nino peeled off on the second story. At the third-floor landing, I took one last look at Roderigo’s app to get my bearings, then continued up to the fourth floor alone.
As I strode across the marble floor, the students watched me pass, their faces curious. I stood a head above even the tallest guys, and 12 to 18 inches above the rest.
Which made it easier for me to scan the crowd… although Lucia was so short that she could easily be hidden behind someone else.
I tried to pinpoint where I’d last seen the dot on the app –
And then I saw her.
Not in the hallway, but on an exterior balcony looking down on a central courtyard. I could see her through the ornate glass windows separating the balcony from the palazzo’s interior.
She was just as beautiful as her photographs – and even tinier than I’d imagined.
She wore a white silk blouse with a red leather jacket, a black skirt, sheer black stockings, and black stilettos. Her hair was done up on the top of her head with two curled tendrils framing her face.
Since she was in profile, my eyes traveled down her body.
Madonn…
What a fucking ass she had!
The rest of her was petite, but she had a gorgeous derriere under her little black skirt – full and shapely.
I pulled my eyes away – though it was difficult, seeing as I’m an ass man.
