Stupid, stupid Ada.
"Why are you slapping yourself?" Massimo asked.
"I'm sorry, I've offended you," Ada whined, covering her face. "Five minutes in this country and I'm insulting the Italians, that's so typically me."
Ada felt his hand push her arm down. "No, I was thinking. Your idea is actually quite good. The implementation remains to be seen, though."
Ada snorted. "Are you kidding me? I can set that up in like, an hour." She laughed with her weird laugh, looking out at the night of Rome.
"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
