I wake up around 10 am to a knocking on my door. The knocking continues as I stretch, trying to wake my body up. I hastily get out of bed and slowly make my way to the door, careful to avoid Dexter and Deb who are running around chasing each other.
I open the door and am immediately hit by the sunlight shining into my eyes, momentarily blinding me. When I am finally able to focus again I find Damien standing in front of me. My eyes slowly take him in, power emanating from him. His icy blue eyes take in my small shorts and tank top as I study him in return. His white T shirt stretches across his broad chest, his large biceps stretching the fabric of his T shirt. The black ink covers his arms and up the side of his neck. I find myself aroused by the sight in front of me, as I take in his handsomeness.
"So. I woke up this morning and thought I could show you more of Rome." My brain isn't fully awake this morning, so I just stare at him instead of answering him. I finally snap back to reality when I see his eyebrows raise after he calls my name, grabbing my attention. I clear my throat as I answer him.
"Um, yeah. That would be great." I tuck my hair behind my ear as I remember I am still in my PJ's and not dressed to go out. I look down and realized not only am I in a tank top, but I'm not wearing a bra and my nipples are standing out against the material. Great. "Let me shower and get dressed. Come in and make yourself at home." I move aside and allow Damien to pass me, closing the door once he is inside the villa.
Once he is settled on the couch, I rush to my bathroom and make quick work taking a shower and throwing on some make up. I take a look in the mirror before I step out, finding my auburn waves to be trailing down my back. My gray shirt making my blue eyes pop. I throw on some shoes and hurry to the living room, finding Damien on the floor playing with the puppies. The sight of such a big man playing on the floor with puppies makes me laugh, causing him to look up at the sound of my voice.
"These guys are kind of cute." Damien's Russian accent calling the puppies cute causes me to laugh even harder, making him appear less dangerous. I walk over and sit next to him on the floor, picking up Deb.
"They've grown on me. I am going to take them back to the states when I return home. There's no way I can leave them." I place Dexter and Deb in the pen I set up and walk over to him, excitement bubbling within me that I am spending more time with Damien. "You ready?"
Damien stands up and grabs my hand, pulling me out the front door. Out of the corner of my eye I find my bicycle propped against the villa. Curiosity builds within me, wondering how he got it here when I have only seen him ride his motorcycle, but I decide against asking questions. After locking the door, I put on the helmet he hands me before swinging my legs over his bike. "Don't you need a helmet?" I ask curiously. I don't want the handsome man to be harmed from not wearing a helmet.
"Don't worry krasotka, it's impossible for me to get hurt." He revs the engine of his bike, causing me to squeeze his waist tightly. He takes one last look at me before racing down the road, causing a squeal to erupt from me.
Damien surprises me by taking me Villa Borghese, which is absolutely beautiful. We spend the day walking through the never ending gardens, me stopping every few feet to stop and take pictures. I may have also discreetly snapped a few of Damien to serve as a reminder of the sexy man I met here in Rome.
We spend the afternoon visiting the museum. I find myself surprised at how much knowledge Damien has of this culture and its history. He has something to say about everything we see in the museum, giving me a piece of history with each exhibit.
It's about 6 pm when we finish visiting everything. Damien reads my mind that I am starving and holds my hand as he guides me to the local restaurant. Once again, Damien somehow manages to get the whole patio emptied out for us once again. I am convinced he is paying them a decent amount of money to allow for our privacy. I am curious as to why he keeps spending money for privacy, but decide against asking.
