Chloe Johnson was a high flying executive for a cosmetics company going to a meeting in Las Vegas.
She got off the corporate jet dressed to kill. A Limousine was waiting to take her to her meeting in town.
Pietro Gianelli, was a young immigrant from Italy, attracted by the lights and stories of Vegas. He waited in front of the limousine and watched longingly as Chloe alighted from the aircraft. He realized he needed to come to Chloe’s assistance when he saw her expensive sexy high heels. I certainly don’t want her to fall, he thought.
Chloe looked over the scenery and Mount Charleston in the distance.
She looked at the mountains in the distance dreamily, when a hand touching hers brought her attention back.
She saw Pietro and was prepared to be angry. How dare he take such liberties? Then she looked into his eyes and her demeanor changed.
“Signora, please. I am Pietro, your driver. Take my hand and I will guide you down the stairs.”
“Thank you,” Chloe said absently.
She walked carefully as he guided her down the stairs and helped her into the limousine. “I will take you downtown, Signora.”
Chloe was elsewhere. She had no shortage of eligible men interested in her, but she found something about this limousine driver interesting. Is it his face, gentleness, youth, kindly manner? She attempted to answer those questions to herself.
Pietro drove many beautiful women, and he was careful to keep it professional.
Chloe snapped out of her daze. “Is there anywhere I can obtain a bottle of Champagne?”