It's Valentine's Day, and I'm stuck in Florence, Italy with Mr. Dark and handsome. Did I mention I don't know him, and he wants the same thing I came here for? Except at some point the lines cross, and what he wants is more than the canvas- it's me. Every time he looks at me, I forget the real reason why I'm here. This trip isn't for pleasure, no it's meant to be all business. But I can't help but think what it would be like to have a night with Pierce where we both give into our desires. Can we embrace the passion that's ignited over our holiday weekend, or will it crumble to pieces once we return to the states?