i'm a legend.

Text to: Mr. Enzo Terranova

you don’t a girl many choices, Mr. Terranova. 

you’re fortunate that yes, I would love to :)

Charlie hadn’t stopped thinking about this new man in her life. He was… different from the usual LA type of boys. Every minute with him felt like she was in danger somehow. It was a familiar feeling. One that had caused her to fall in love so hard, and break so much harder. But it was the kind of rush that reminded her of being on stage. This was something she couldn’t pass up, no matter the cost. She knew anything could happen, and it didn’t mean it would necessarily end up bad, right? When she received a text from Enzo, she was surprised by his bluntness, but loved being wanted by a man. However, she was unsure at first, wondering how this could work since he was temporary her boss. But she was typing out her response before she could have time to realize that maybe she shouldn’t. The rush was apparently addictive.

She had previously went shopping for the ball with one of her friends Maggie. At the time, Maggie had a date and Charlie didn’t. So her friend swayed Charlie’s dress choices toward the more provocative ones in hopes of gaining attention. Now she was thanking her friend that she had a beautiful dress to wear as she was by Enzo’s side. Charlie had spent a good hour and a half with her hair and makeup artist, getting ready and getting excited about the event. There was no way she would be able to do her hair the way it came out. She was happy as could be at the moment. Happiness for just herself, rarely came to her so she was relishing in it. So much so that even after her help had left, she didn’t realize that Enzo wasn’t on-the-dot on time. Hearing the chime of her door, she pulled herself away from the mirror, she was trying to make sure she looked the part. “Hello,” she said as she opened her door revealing the deep rose hue of her dress. Charlie’s eyes went up and down on him, obviously taking in his handsome appearance. “You look so hot.” She said so bluntly as the thought crossed her mind. “I mean..” she quickly tried to recover as her cheeks turned almost as red as her dress.

When the door opened and revealed the blonde in the deep shade of red dress, Enzo’s eyes traveled along the fabric as it clung to her body. “Cazzo, sei calda. Voglio dire, sei così bella, Charlie.” His native tongue overtaking him in the moment, not realizing the female probably had no idea what he said. “I mean, you look fuckin’ gorgeous, Charlie.” Enzo complimented her before a cocky smile came across his face at her statement. The rose colored blush spread across her face and made the male’s grin a bit wider. “Thanks, doll. But you’re gonna be gettin’ all the eyes, especially in that dress. Damn.” He muttered the curse word under his breath, his eyes roaming over her body once more. “C’mon, let’s go.” He said, not adding the words ‘before I decide not to’. Enzo definitely considered blowing the whole party if it meant spending the evening alone with Charlie, all because of that damn red dress.

Charlie nodded, she would see everything in action soon enough. Her front teeth sank into her plush bottom lip as she held her tongue about the truth of the main waitress name. Enzo would probably find out soon enough. Plus Charlie wasn’t the type to correct people. It wasn’t how she was raised. She couldn’t help, but smile at him again. Her eyes were smiling along with her lips. He was such a charmer, and he knew it. It was Charlie’s kryptonite. “I’ll certainly try to make everyone love me then.” She said, more so about him then about the guests that would be arriving. But Charlie was subtle about it, and wouldn’t admit it if confronted. “Hmm,” she mused, playfully acting as if she was thinking deeply. “Maybe… if I like it here.”

His brown hues watched her teeth bit into her plum, pink bottom lip and wished it was his teeth biting into her lip, knowing that action would no doubt get a small moan from the blonde. The thought of hearing the female’s moan now overtook his brain, the sudden urge coming over him to just grab her up and get away from the crowd of workers around them. The smile across her angelic face was just pure beauty. “You will have no trouble makin’ love you, bello.” He confidently said, knowing he didn’t have any trouble enjoying the female’s company. Her playfulness caused the Italian to give a wide, dimpled grin to her. “If you can think of anythin’ I can do to help sway your opinion, well, just let me know.” Enzo said to her before leaning towards her and lowering his voice a little to add, “Anythin’ at all, Ms. St. Claire.”

Charlie felt like she was in scene or in a play as she watched him take her hand and kiss it. A move that seemed to only exist in films. It was probably something she could cross off her bucket list of things to experience. “Enzo,” she repeated, and a faint blush spread across her cheeks as she brought her hand back to her side. She wasn’t sure if it was the accent or the fact that he called her beautiful in his native tongue, but Enzo was certainly charming. But he was the boss, and she had to be on her best behavior. Especially if she wanted to return. “You’re welcome. I can’t wait to see the room come alive.” The blonde was able to pull her gaze from him, to the elegant fixings of the place. She knew this place had to have high clientele, which was making her nervous to be working there on short notice. “Any tips for my first night, here?” Her voice more raspy than before as she began to worry over the job she had to do.

Seeing the rose red spread across the female’s cheeks, Enzo resisted his urge to smirk at the effect he was having on her. He lifted the glass of whiskey to his lips, taking a swig of the alcohol and feeling the familiar burn in his throat. “It’s really somethin’, to see everythin’ in action.” He commented, not really wanting to be talking about how the club went with the beautiful lady but keeping his charming smile on his face. “Tips?” He repeated, chuckling softly. “Honestly, Carla probably told you more than I know. I run the books, bello, not the tables. Just smile like that and everyone will love you.” Enzo told her, glancing over at the waitress that was talking to her earlier. He at least thought the girl was named Carla, but the Italian had to keep up with so much shit nowadays it was easy for him to be wrong. “I’ll tell you what though; if I get a good report from tonight and you want to come back, well I’m lookin' for a temporary replacement.”

Charlie’s smile brighten as she saw his, she was glad to be met with warmth. It was a rare nowadays to get a genuine smile in this fake town. “Yes,” she said with a small nod, and a different smile when he repeated her name. His accent rang clear as a bell in her ears. Italian. She couldn’t help herself, but be intrigued by an accent. His appearance didn’t hurt either. “Pleasure to meet you too, Mr. Terranova.” Charlie instantly addressed him by his last name since he stated that he was the boss. She even spoke his name with a slight accent to say it correctly. She offered out her hand for a shake. “Your place is beautiful.” 

Hearing the female using his last name to greet him, Enzo found a small smirk overcome his face. He took her outstretched hand in his, bringing it to his lips and placing a light kiss to the back of her hand. “Please, call me Enzo, bellissimo.” He said to her after dropping her hand and giving her another dimpled grin. The Italian knew the effects his accent and usage of his native tongue had on women. “Well, thank you. I’ve put a lot of effort into this place, that’s for sure.”

After a lazy morning of doing nothing that she had set out to do, Charlie finally got up from her couch to only get a last minute call from her temp agency. Today was not the day for her to start a new random job. “Please don’t let it be waitressing.” These were the first words she said when answering the call, her voice almost pleading, but playful enough for the person on the other side to not get offended. “Crocker Club? Yes, I’ve heard of it. Okay, I’ll be there soon.” Charlie grimaced after ending the phone call, and started to get ready.

Upon her arrival, Charlie was in awe by the architecture of the club. It was like walking into the Golden Age of Old Hollywood. Everything in the room somehow twinkled. But she wasn’t able to stare at anything for too long as she got quickly briefed about how service was to go. Charlie being an actress made it really easy for her to adapt to new surroundings. So she nodded along and repeated everything right back to the waitress who was training her. The waitress had other things to attend to which left Charlie standing among the empty tables. Charlie’s ever changing green eyes met the brown ones of the man that spoke to her. She was slightly surprised to be addressed. 

“I’m Charlie. Charlie St. Claire. I’m a waitress here, but only just for tonight.” She said, with a soft smile informing the gentleman before her, and her body turned towards his in a polite manner. 

The radiant glow around the female just seemed to grow when she turned towards him. His dimpled smile widened across his face, finding the polite and nice nature of the woman appealing. There was something about a nice, girl-next-door type that made the man just want to ruin the innocence projected from the girl. “Charlie St. Claire.” He hummed with the grin still on his face, noticing the female’s name fit her appearance. “Well, it’s a pleasure. I’m Enzo Terranova, I own this place.”