Evan is kissing me sensually in the back of the limousine, my lips swollen from the nips of his teeth. I’m perched in his lap when he reluctantly pulls away from me.
“I wish I could take you out and explore this city with you.”
Evan hates hearing about the things we have seen on the tour; he wants to be the one holding my hand as we walk the cobbled streets of Rome. He should be the one taking selfies with me standing outside the Trevi Fountain, or sipping champagne together as we shop in the designer boulevards, or even just eating a slice of traditional Italian pizza with me. Wiggling on his lap, I stare into his blue eyes.
“You would want to do those things with me?”
“Of course, I want to be the one kissing your lips on the Spanish Steps; I want to be the one that makes a wish with you at the Trevi Fountain. I want to feed you slices of pizza and taste your lips after sampling some sweet gelato. That’s what couples do when they are on holiday together. I want to experience those things with you,” he replies, his hands clutching my hips a little harder, the frustration coming off him in waves.
I want to do all those things as well, but it’s hard when paparazzi stalk your every step or crazy fan girls scream themselves hoarse waiting to get a glimpse of your boyfriend.
“I have an idea, don’t think Sammy is going to like it, but it might work,” I say, as I crawl off Evan’s lap hitting the button to pull down the privacy screen to talk to Sammy, Evan’s bodyguard and our driver. Moving over to where the window is open I whisper my plan to Sammy. He does not look happy at all, He glances down at his watch; makes some suggestions and before long my plan is in action.#p#分页标题#e#
“What are you up to, Sienna?” Evan questions, tilting his head at me.
I move back taking my seat beside him and pull his hand back into my lap. “You up for the ‘Sienna Hayes’ tour of Rome?” I suggest, wiggling my eyebrows at him.
The look on his face is priceless. He captures my lips with his giving me an earth-shattering kiss. “How did I get so lucky?” He says, rubbing his thumb across my cheek.
“Told you, Evan Wyld, I would ruin you for all other women.”
He let out a loud chuckle, shaking his head, he responded, “I believe you have, Sienna Hayes, I believe you have.”
Arriving at the hotel we are escorted through the main foyer where Sammy speaks to the concierge who gives him directions. We then followed him down a hallway leading to the back of the hotel to where the staff room is. As we pass, the employees look shocked at our presence. Reaching the back of the hotel, Sammy opens the back door and we are once again out on the street. We wait a moment while Sammy checks things out and makes sure all is okay.
“Come back here when you have finished exploring, call me when you are close. I will be here waiting for you,” he instructs, giving us a flick of his head and a small smile.
“Come on, Evan, let’s explore Rome,” I say excitedly, grabbing his hand as we race up the darkened street. Our hotel is centrally located in a tourist area; luxury boutiques line the cobblestone streets, upscale restaurants on either side as well as bars that were still busy at this hour. It was exhilarating being able to hold Evan’s hand freely in public. Usually, we have to make sure that any affection between the two of us is hidden away from prying eyes. We are both not ready for our relationship to become tabloid headlines; it’s hard enough trying to get away from the paparazzi on a typical day. If they sniffed a story around the band, they would be on it in a flash, especially with Evan’s reputation. We make our way through the maze of streets, arms wrapped around each other, just enjoying the freedom of walking together. We finally arrive at the famous Spanish Steps where there are some people still walking around, but no one takes any notice of us.
“Come on,” I say, as I pull Evan behind me and run up the steps. I’m breathless by the time we make it to the top; but the view over the Roman rooftops is worth it.
Evan wraps his arms around me and kisses my neck as we look out over the city.
“I feel like we are experiencing our own Roman Holiday. You know the Audrey Hepburn movie.”
Evan chuckles into my hair. “Always knew you were a Princess.”
I slap him on the arm jokingly.
Evan’s lips nuzzled my neck as he says, “Thank you for this, Sienna.”
My heart races as a warm buzz tickles my stomach thinking about how happy I am at this very moment. “It’s not over yet, Mr. Wyld, come on we have more to see.”
We run back down the steps again laughing until my legs come out from underneath me.