“Really?” Massimo asked, frowning. Gods, he was so hot when he did that. “You can?”
“Yeah,” Ada shrugged.
Massimo licked his lips. “Okay, here’s an idea. This is completely inappropriate of me, and you should decline, to be honest. But could we turn around and go back to the office? I’d like you to show me how you think the implementation would work on a prototype. You should call your teacher, let her know exactly where you are.”
Ada laughed, and an oink left her nose. “Really? Come with you, in the night? At your ‘office’?” she asked, making air quotes.
Massimo raised his hands in innocence. “Look up the address, Piaggio Fast Forward offices. I swear it’s exactly where it says. And you can take a picture of me, here,” he said, taking a selfie with her phone. “Send it to your teacher.
