Enrico glares at me and sips his wine.
Shit.
Diego orders a bottle of wine. “I’ll have four new glasses, too, please,” he says.
“What brings you here?” Enrico asks.
“We were in the area and thought we’d have lunch.” Jenn smiles. “It’s great that we ran into you. What a coincidence.”
Enrico’s calculating eyes hold Jennifer’s, and he raises an eyebrow. “Yes, it is.”
Oh God, what is he thinking? He can be such an arrogant ass when he wants to be.
Just be nice.
“Did you go to the gym this morning?” I try to break the ice.
“Yes, where were you?”
“I slept in.” I glance over to Enrico who is staring at Diego.
“We need to get working on this party planning.” Jennifer smiles as the wine arrives.
“That won’t be necessary,” Enrico interrupts. “We have it covered.”
“Oh, it’s no bother. I want to.” Jennifer smiles. “I really need something to do.”
“I said that won’t be necessary,” he asserts.
Diego fills three wineglasses, and then when he goes to fill the fourth, Enrico puts his hand over the glass. “No.” He glares at him.
Shit, why is he being so rude?
I begin to perspire.
“The party is already organized.” He sits back in his chair. “I never did catch your surnames, though?”
I swallow the lump in my throat. Earth, please swallow me up.
Jenn and Diego look at each other. Diego laughs. “Are you going to do a security check on us?”
Enrico smiles and raises his glass sarcastically. “Naturally.”
“Enrico, ha-ha, such a joker.” I fake a smile across the table and open my menu in a rush. “Let’s just order our food, shall we?”
Fuck.
“My surname is Rogers and Diego’s is Romano,” Jennifer tells him. “What are you wearing to the party?” she asks me, clearly trying to change the subject.
“Where are you from?” Enrico asks.
Oh hell, what is this? The Spanish inquisition?
I eye the bottle of wine on the table, and I wish to God I could just drain it.
“Sicily,” Diego replies.
Enrico’s eyes hold his. “What do you do in Australia, Jennifer?”