"How long have you been here?""Just now," he righted her position."And how did you enter?""I snuck in,"Elise's eyes widened."What, Tesoro? Don't look so surprised. Your guards are crap," he chuckled, amused.Elise had googled that nickname. Tesoro means treasure in Italian. So he was calling her treasure, like his treasure."You're not going to stop, are you?""Stop what?""Calling me tesoro,""Would you prefer amore mio? Cucciola? Stella? Pulcino? Cara?""Don't. Stop it," Elise's jaw dropped. It was too much. He was too much. But she had to admit that his Italian was sexy and pleasant sounding to her ears."Or..." He leaned in until their noses almost touched. "Principessa?"Elise leaned back, dodging him. "You know what? I'm going to call the guards to throw you out,""Principessa it is then,""Security!""Are you serious? I came all the way for this," he took the lunchbox he left on the other table and placed it in front of her."I am. Thank you. Now, goodbye," she chased him
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