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“Beautiful here, isn’t it?” Henry asked Emma, coming to stand at the edge of the balcony that overlooked the city of Rome. “Maybe I should relocate the headquarters of the company to this city.” Normally he was one to fly where he needed for work and return later. But Emma, as his executive assistant, knew that he’d taken two weeks off from work and booked this flight just for the pair of them. He called it a little ‘getaway’ for the couple - it could be worse. There had been the best food ever, wine tasting, a tour of the countryside, swimming in clear blue water and of course, never ending sex for them everywhere. He was pretty sure they almost got arrested by the Pontifical Gendarmerie a few nights ago for surely breaking Vatican and holy laws at the same time by their actions. But it was all good fun. Rare for Henry to get time off from work, this evening was shaping up to be as wonderful. He’d ordered food for them in private tonight, really some Michelin starred cuisine. They’d dined in the suite with fresh cheeses, antipasto, tapas, vintage Italian wines and a seafood paella that he was sure was almost as sinful as what they did in the Vatican.
Henry stood with a glass of wine in one hand, his other arm around her waist, looking out over the city. “I’m glad to have been able to get away for a while with you. This is long overdue.”
