and while she was no expert on men she knew enough to see that he had genuine emotions for her. Was he just scared? Admit it already. You are in love. Mandi’s thoughts were so annoying to her. She was in love and the thought of that being a one way street was too much. She needed to find out how Sergio felt about her and it would require some bold action, the boldest of her life. When would be a good time to tell him she loved him? Only one thought came to mind. The appropriate time would be when they were most intimate. If he felt it he’d have no problems saying it back. After all, that was easier than saying it first, right? It was impossible to act like nothing was wrong for the rest of the day. Sergio came back, but his casual demeanor had soured and Mandi was so distracted. She ended up telling Sergio that she was going to take a walk down to the beach and do some sketching. He told her that was a good idea because he had some work to get done…something unexpected had come up. Mandi didn’t know what he meant by those words exactly, but they suddenly made her feel annoyed and angry. Okay, hurt. The afternoon of sketching cleared Mandi’s thoughts and she was more committed than ever to telling Sergio the three words she had been thinking. She’d never told a man that she loved them first before, but had been on the side of the person hearing it that didn’t share the same sentiment. It would be an interesting evening, and to keep the confidence to do it Mandi knew she had to unleash her inner vixen. By the time night came both Sergio and Mandi were back to their old selves again. They’d had a fun and lively family dinner with everyone, and Marcel had proved to be rather entertaining that night, telling lively jokes and stories from his travels when he was younger. It was helpful to everyone and Mandi wondered if he didn’t sense a certain tension between her and Sergio. That supper proved to be the liveliest and most talkative that he’d ever been. As Mandi and Sergio prepared for bed Mandi mentioned her delight in hearing Marcel’s stories that evening. “I didn’t know that he could be such a talker.” “He was more chatty than usual and I don’t even think it was the hundred year old bourbon doing it either. He really is an entertaining man, but very introspective. That’s partly why he is so exceptional at evaluating the systems and operations of the factory. He sees things that others don’t.” Was that a hint? What had Marcel seen? “Guess what I’d like to see?” “What?” Sergio responded, looking slightly confused. “You naked…now.” “Demanding.” “I definitely am when I know what I want and right now I want you Mr. Sergio Leon.” “I’m yours for the taking then, if you are going to be insistent upon it.” Mandi went up to Sergio and kissed his chest passionately. He’d just taken his shirt off and he groaned from the unexpected heated kiss on his chest. Her other hand began to unfasten his pants and she slid it into them and under his boxers, caressing his cock and getting it hard. “You have certainly shown me an incredible time in Rome. I never would have thought it would be this amazing.” “Me too,” Sergio whispered. That’s a good sign, Mandi thought as she kept working Sergio and getting him more aroused. Mandi needed Sergio on many levels tonight and maybe it wasn’t fair to thrust upon him, but she needed to find out what was going on. While her lovemaking and sexual interest was genuine, she was also genuine in knowing that she loved him and sensed he might feel the same way. It was not the time to be a bystander in her life; this was the time to act and she couldn’t let herself down. The dance of seduction continued and Mandi was excited to see that Sergio was such a willing participant and he was so freely giving of himself and his many physical talents. He was feeling her body, searching out the