Robert Langdon awoke the next morning to the sound, and smell, of a fresh lavender scented, candle lit bath.
"Oh professor," Langdon heard Vittoria call form inside the bathroom, "you long, long day yesterday why don't u relax and let me give you a bath. A very nice a warm bath."
"Hmm, sounds like a very tempting offer but I guess no harm could come from it."
The next hour went by very smoothly for the both of them. Robert was half surprised when Vittoria stuck to her word and actually gave him a bath. And when she did she washed everything on him. And I mean everything on him. As he was drying off the hotel room phone rang. Langdon stepped out and answered the phone, expecting it to be some guy from the media who wanted some private interview. "Hello." Langdon said trying to sound as sleepy as possible.
"Yes, hello, Robert Langdon pleased to speak to you again."
Langdon nearly dropped the phone as he heard this statement wondering how this man could have possibly reached his hotel room and more importantly how he knows his name. "The feeling is mutual but with all due respect," Langdon drew a long breath before angrily screaming into the receiver, "Who the hell are you? And how did you reach my hotel?"
Langdon listened for about 2 or 3 good minutes before finally responding with a simple, "Yes sir, right away."
Vittoria meanwhile is wondering what was going on. So as soon as Robert hung up she immediately fired at him, "What was that all about?"
"We both need to get dressed. We are expected in a little under an hour.
"By whom?" you could tell she was upset when her hands hit her hips and her upper lip curled up.
"We, He sighs, "are expected by His Holiness Severio Mortati."
"What does he want with us?"
"Boy you ask a lot of questions! But I'll clue you in on everything I know on the way there."