165 Leonardo Vitale

The tan leather shoes dragged on the hot pavement of the private airstrip. The man wearing a tailored white suit sipped on the cocktail in his hand. He laughed hearing the giggle of the girl in his arm. 

"Mr. Vitale, I'm dragging your entire weight on me. I'm strong. I'm so happy you're taking me with you," she spoke with an accent of a socialite except socialites won't beg a man to take them with them.

She licked her lips to see his open shirt revealing the bronze skin glistening in the sunlight. She pressed her ears to his heart. "Your heart is pounding," she giggled. "Is it saying my name?" 

"You think so?" his thin lips parted for a hearty chuckle. "Sorry for making you hold me, dear," the man kissed her cheek, still leaning his weight on the woman. Her golden sequined dress glittered in the sunlight, and she almost twisted her ankle balancing herself on the stilettoes with a red sole.