The Italian Villa
"Dave, who else is staying here?" Emily asked as she took in the enormous villa.
"No one…well, except for the caretaker and the housekeeper. They're married and live in the servant's quarters. There's this secret passageway between the main building and their quarters, so we won't see them except when we want to."
"You rented this whole place for just the two of us?"
"Babe, we only get one Fifth Anniversary. I thought it should be special."
"Oh, this is special…but how do you top it for our tenth?"
Taking her into his arms, he smiled. "If I'm lucky enough to still be married to you for a tenth, I'll find a way."
"You're impossible," she teased.
"I would give you the world if I could Emily. I love you."
She looked once again around the huge main floor of the villa, taking in the space and trying to get over the awe. "So we could have brought the kids?" she asked finally.
"We could've, but I wanted you all to myself for this week. One week, Em….just one week. We deserve that don't we?"
"But I miss them," she whined.
"I miss them too. But I miss you more."
"But we see each other all the time, spend time together…have date nights…"
"Yeah," he agreed. "But for this week, it will be just the two of us…in our own little world... no kids, no unsubs, just us."
They climbed the steps to the next floor. He opened a door and pulled her into the room. "This is our bedroom," he declared. "Unless you'd rather have one of the ones above us."
Her eyes widened as she digested what he said. "There's more?"
"Honey, we staying in the tower of an old castle. There are several more…"
Shaking her head and then laughing, she gave in. "No, no…this is fine."
"Good," he said, his eyes dancing. "So you want to unpack?"
"No, I'd rather look around…at the rest. There is more, isn't there? You didn't just bring me to this giant phallic symbol where the only thing to explore is bedrooms, did you?"
Grinning wickedly he answered. "No there's more… So okay. We can explore. And there is a pool around here somewhere."
They explored the rest of the second floor, which revealed a luxurious bathroom with a shower and huge spa tub. Then they descended the stairs and walked around the rest of the main floor. Next to the large foyer, where they had entered, there was the living room. Around a corner was the dining room with a table that could seat twelve. Behind the dining room was the kitchen.
"Wow," Emily exclaimed.
"It's nice," Dave said. "But we won't be using it except for maybe a Sunday brunch."
"We won't?"
"A cook will come in everyday. And we'll probably eat a couple of nights in town."
"So…no cooking huh?" she asked disappointed.
"Not in the kitchen." He teased.
"Oh but Dave," she said coyly, "what else would we do in the kitchen? And it is such a nice one too…"
Grinning at her flirting, he winked. "Maybe I'll reconsider. A little Italian cooking might be in order…"
"Dave, we're in Italy. Of course there will be Italian cooking in here. But the kind of cooking I'm thinking about doesn't involve a little Italian," she quipped. "In fact, he's quite large usually."
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