I had been working in Italy for two weeks and was due to head back to the States as soon as we wrapped up negotiations. I’d been so consumed by work I’d barely set foot in beautiful Rome, so I decided that Saturday night, no matter how tired I was, I was going out to sample one of the nearby restaurants. 

I had an extravagant meal with two glasses of Chianti, and by the time I was contemplating dessert, a line of clubgoers was forming along the wall across the courtyard. I smiled fondly, remembering my own party days from college.

As I was about to turn back to the menu, I caught sight of the hottest woman I’d ever laid eyes on.

In a pair of leather pants so tight they might as well have been painted on, and a sequined halter top that made it clear she wasn’t wearing... Read More