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and Phillip was staring at her naked body. He smiled as he caught her eye.
    “That’s exactly what I was picturing under that dress you had painted on at the Orion.” He winked, and Gin forced a smile, turning her attention back to getting dressed. “Gin.” She jerked her head over and looked at him. He looked at her face and then looked her naked body up and down again. “You are gorgeous.”  
    She whispered a “thank you” as she pulled her panties on and did her best to put her bra on without looking awkward. She finally relaxed when she was dressed. She had a tight top that hugged her body down to her waist which led to a medium-length flowing miniskirt. She remembered Jules whistling at it, saying it was perfect for a walk around Venice—it showed off her figure, while making her look taller.
    Phillip was wearing black jeans, a loose white shirt, and black leather loafers. He looked thoroughly European, and Gin laughed.
    “What’s so funny?” Phillip asked as he buckled himself in for the landing.
    “You look like a native Italian, while I look like a tourist.”
    “A beautiful tourist.”
    Gin smiled and just enjoyed the moment as the fasten seatbelt light came on.

    Phillip had said that they’d walk the Grand Canal, browse some shops, and look at some of the historical buildings and architecture. But first they had to check into the hotel. The drive from the private airport was kind of ugly through concrete and dingy suburban sprawl, but Gin didn’t care. She held Phillip’s hand and rested her head on his shoulder. When the car stopped, he kissed the top of her head, and helped her out of the car.
    At check-in, Gin froze over a choice she had planned on making later. The front desk clerk said, “Mr. Rogers. Two non-smoking rooms. View of the Grand Canal.” Two rooms . In her heart and soul she knew she didn’t want two rooms. She wanted to share the entire trip at Phillip’s side. She had made that decision while falling asleep on the plane in the arms of a satisfied and happy Phillip. It just felt right . But was it too soon to let him know that?
    To make matters worse, she had assumed that Phillip would just book a single room. She was realistic. Her first introduction to him was him asking about her not wearing underwear and pretty much staring at her tits. He was a young brash CEO. He invited her to Italy. She had no doubt that he expected her to have sex with him. Until the flight she had actually debated over the best way to say “no” to the anticipated advances.
    But he didn’t act that way. He was an odd combination of initial brashness followed by respectful distance. And when you gave him the green light he didn’t hesitate. He didn’t push her to have sex on the plane, but when she went down on him, he didn’t object at all and he then went right to casual nudity the next morning, as if they had been sleeping together for a long time.  
    Now at the hotel it was the same thing. He had booked two rooms, and she had a good idea as to how it would play out if she asked for one—he wouldn’t object, and he would then assume that the weekend would be more about sex than a romantic dinner. He would wait for her to open the door, and then he would charge right through.  
    The truth was that Gin liked Phillip’s odd mixture of alpha male and respect, and the idea that he would turn a romantic weekend into one about sex was actually rather exciting to her. The only thing that bothered her was Vinnie’s comment that Phillip was a conquerer. The thought had been nagging her since they left Oakland, and she wondered if following her own desires would be wrong.  
    If Gin gladly opened the doors for Phillip and he charged through them would he find some new woman? It seemed absurd. She had given him a blowjob on the plane, and here he was booking two rooms. That wasn’t the act of someone who was taking his conquest for granted.
    She decided to follow her heart.
    “One room,” she