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I couldn’t help but giggle. I’d never felt so relaxed in my life. It almost made me mad to not have had one of these massages done before.
Unfortunately, the time came when our session was coming to a close. I dreaded having to get off the massage table. I struggled to find my footing while my entire body felt like a bag of Jell-O.
Elio handed them both a generous tip and ushered us into the master bathroom to shower off any of the excess oils.
“Come on,” he prompted. “Now we need to get ready for our dinner.”
My voice filled with playful sarcasm. “Would this be yet another surprise you’ve decided not to tell me about?” I asked.
The corner of his mouth curved into a sultry smirk as he rolled his eyes. “Maybe. But you’ll have to get ready in order to find out.”
I hadn’t wasted another moment. I quickly showered off and went straight for my suitcase to pull out one of the dresses we’d picked out together. Elio finished up in the bathroom and came out looking dashing as ever in a creme colored dress shirt and black pants.
I pinned back part of my hair and chose a thin pair of silver hooped earrings to finish up my look. Elio’s hungry eyes burned into me with a look of need and desire. I had to remind him about our dinner plans… otherwise, we would have never left.
Another car came around the front of the hotel to pick us up. It brought us to a beautiful Italian restaurant just a few blocks away. Upon checking in for our reservation, the ma?tre de took us up to the rooftop, where a secluded area had been specially prepared.
My jaw hit the floor once more. A private table lit by candlelight and surrounded by hanging lanterns made my heart swell with so much emotion.
Elio pulled out my seat for me to sit and proceeded to take his own. He ordered what I assumed was the best bottle of wine the place had to offer and turned his attention back to me.
I was beyond impressed about everything he’d planned for us. “You really are something else, you know that?”
Elio’s smile sent shivers of warmth down my body.
“I just can’t believe you honestly thought that I would have nothing planned for us when we got here,” he said smugly.
I rolled my eyes and scoffed. “You’d think I would know your tricks by now… but I love it. Really, Elio. Thank you for everything today.”
Elio took my hand and turned it over to kiss the inside of my wrist.
“Anything for you.”
One of the waiters brought up our wine and we were immediately served the first course. Everything was delicious. Everything was perfect.
As the night drew on, we slipped into easy conversation about current events. And all I could think to myself was that I never wanted this feeling I had for Elio to ever go away.
I knew I drank far too much wine than I should have, but I was feeling lighter and happier than I had in a while.
I was practically falling asleep by the time we returned to the hotel. With Elio’s arms wrapped around me, I knew there wasn’t anywhere in the world I would rather be.
*Elio*
“Cat,” I said quietly. “Come on, love. I need you to wake up.”
Cat grumbled into her pillow and managed to bury herself deeper into her blankets. I chuckled at her weak attempt to avoid getting up and gleamed at her cuteness.
I’d become too fond of the expression she’d wear whenever I succeeded in surprising her. What I found even more adorable was seeing her push her lower lip out and pout whenever she felt even slightly disappointed. Honestly, I had almost caved in the day before in the car when she asked me about our plans.
As if I could plan a trip like this and not include any sort of activity we could do together—the very thought made me scoff with indignation.
Nevertheless, she loved the couple massages I’d booked and the romantic dinner out. I probably shouldn’t have kept refilling her wine glass as the night went on, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop our good time.
By the time we left the restaurant, Cat was more than half asleep. I’d gotten us ready for bed and made sure she drank a full glass of water before truly falling asleep. I was not about to let her suffer through a hangover by being careless.
Thankfully, she completely finished the glass I’d given her, which happily allowed her to avoid a nasty hangover. I had quite a bit planned for us today, and the last thing she needed was to feel weak and crummy.
I tried nudging her awake once more. “Cat. We need to get ready. I have our whole day planned out.”
She mumbled under her breath. “But… can’t we just stay here for a little longer?”
The corners of my mouth curled into an amused grin as I lazily dragged my fingers up and down the length of her bare back.
“Mm, well, although that idea does hold some serious merit, I’m afraid I’m going to have to refuse,” I told her gently.
Cat moaned and curled further into the bed. “Mm, why?”
“Because I’ve already planned for us to visit the Metropolitan Museum of Art.”
Caterina instantly shot up from her pillows and glared at me through wide eyes.
“Really?” she gasped.
I nodded my head and smiled. “Then afterward, I thought we could grab something light for lunch and then maybe take a walk through Central Park.”
Cat quickly sprang from the bed and dove straight into the bathroom to begin getting ready. While that was happening, I made a quick call to the hotel’s front desk to have room service brought up to us.
I figured a museum and a nice walk outside would be the perfect activities for the day, since the real business was to happen later that night. Yes, tonight was the night I was finally meeting with some of the restaurant owners to discuss certain future business arrangements. I purposely kept our plans light for the day since I didn’t want to be too worn out when getting there later to start negotiations.
And as far as I was aware, Cat hadn’t suspected anything out of the ordinary with this trip being anything other than a normal work trip for the development business.
‘It’s better this way,’ I told myself. ‘Alessandro is right. The less Cat knows, the better.’
Tonight was going to go smoothly. I was determined to make sure that it did. But in the meantime, I was set on having an easy-going day with my girl.
***
There was absolutely no chance of containing Cat’s exuberance once we arrived at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Her pupils were blown wide with wonder, and she took off like a child in a candy store.
Who the hell was I to try to contain her excitement? She merely grabbed my hand and took me along for the ride.
The place was decently crowded for a Saturday, but many of the patrons were moving at a workable pace. Then there were the true art admirers who stood in front of a particular piece for what seemed like hours.
I never considered myself to be a real art buff. I was fairly certain that my personal opinion on many of these pieces would fall under that of the average person’s. Yet whenever I was with Cat while she was looking at and admiring the various displays, I always felt like she expanded my opinions.
We’d stopped to admire several pieces of art that seemed to grab her attention in particular. She was particularly fond of the European paintings and sculptures.
“Oh, Elio. Look at this one,” she said.
I turned my head to see a large scale, framed painting of a naked young woman whose arm was extended outward, reaching toward what looked like a bird.
I thought it was nice, just like all the others we’d previously seen. But Cat’s jovial expression was enough to tell me that she had a whole list of thoughts on this painting.
“It’s called ‘Woman with A Parrot.’ It was painted by a man named Gustave Courbet in 1866,” she said.