“This is one of the most famous Etruscan artifacts in the world,” he said as they approached. “I was eighteen the last time I saw it, but I still remember it.”
“It’s beautiful.”
“It’s called
“Oh, yes.” The boy’s elongated form was reminiscent of a human shadow at the end of the day. “It looks so contemporary, like a piece of modern art.”
“It’s from the third century.”
There was little detail to the piece, adding to its modern aura. The bronze head with its short hair and sweet features might have appeared female if not for the small penis. The boy’s long, thin arms were clasped to his sides, and his legs had tiny bumps for knees. The feet, she noticed, were a bit large in comparison to the head.
“The fact that it’s a nude makes the statue unusual,” he said. “There’s not even a piece of jewelry to indicate status, which was important to the Etruscans. It’s probably a votive figure.”
“It’s extraordinary.”
“A farmer plowed it up in the nineteenth century and used it as a fireplace poker before someone finally recognized it for what it was.”
“Imagine a country where things like this can be plowed up.”
“Houses all over Tuscany have secret stashes of Etruscan and Roman artifacts hidden away in their cupboards. After a few glasses of grappa, the owners will usually pull them out if you ask.”
“Do you have a stash at the villa?”
“As far as I know, the artifacts my aunt collected are all out on display. Come up for dinner tomorrow night and I’ll show them to you.”
“Dinner? How about lunch?”
“Afraid I’ll turn into a vampire after dark?”
“You’ve been known to.”
He laughed. “I’ve had enough funeral urns for today. Let’s eat.”
She took one last look at
Half an hour later they were sipping Chianti at a sidewalk cafe. Drinking at lunch felt hedonistic, but then so did being with Lorenzo Gage. Not even the geek clothes and taped sunglasses could completely camouflage that decadent elegance.
She dredged one of her gnocchi through a sauce of olive oil, garlic, and fresh sage. “I’m going to gain ten pounds while I’m here.”
“You’ve got a great body. Don’t worry about it.” He devoured another of the razor clams he’d ordered.
“A great body? Hardly.”
“I’ve seen it, Fifi. I’m entitled to an opinion.”
“Would you stop bringing that up?”
“Relax, will you? It’s not like you killed someone.”
“Maybe I killed a little corner of my soul.”
“Spare me.”
His faint air of boredom grated on her. She set down her fork and leaned closer. “What I did violated everything I believe in. Sex is sacred, and I don’t like being a hypocrite.”
“God, it must be hard being you.”
“You’re going to say something smarmy, aren’t you?”
“Just making an observation about how tough it has to be to stay on that narrow path to perfection.”
“I’ve been taunted by bigger bullies than you, and I’m impervious. Life is precious. I don’t believe in drifting through it.”
“Well, charging through it doesn’t seem to be working right now, does it? From what I can see, you’re disgraced, broke, and unemployed.”
“And where has your live-life-for-the-moment philosophy gotten you? What have you contributed to the world that you’re proud of?”
“I’ve given people a few hours of entertainment. That’s enough.”
“But what do you
“Right now? Food, wine, and sex. The same things you do. And don’t even try to deny the sex. If it hadn’t been important, you wouldn’t have let me pick you up.”
“I was drunk, and that night didn’t have anything to do with sex. It was about confusion.”
“Bull. You weren’t that drunk. It was about sex.” He paused, cocked an eyebrow at her. “
She swallowed. “We’re not about sex.”
“Then what are we doing here right now?”
“We’ve just formed an odd sort of friendship, that’s all. Two Americans in a foreign country.”
“This isn’t a friendship. We don’t even like each other that much. What’s between us is sizzle.”
“Sizzle?”
“Yeah, sizzle.” He drew out the word until it sounded like a caress.
A little shiver passed through her, which made it a challenge to sound offended. “I don’t sizzle.”
“I noticed.”
Well, she’d left herself wide open for that one.
“But you want to.” He suddenly seemed very Italian. “And I’m prepared to help.”
“My eyes are misting from emotion.”
“I’m just saying that I’d like a second shot.”
“I’ll bet.”
“I don’t want blemishes on my employment record, and I didn’t do the job you hired me for.”
“I’ll settle for a refund.”
“Against company policy. We only give even exchanges.” He smiled. “So you’re not interested?”
“Not at all.”
“I thought honesty was basic to the Four Cornerstones.”
“You want honesty? All right. Admittedly you’re a great-looking man. Dazzling, actually. But only in that impossible, movie-star, fantasy way. And I outgrew movie-star fantasies when I was thirteen.”
“Is that how long you’ve had your sexual hang-ups?”
“I hope you’re done with lunch, because I am.” She tossed her napkin onto the table.
“And here I thought you were too evolved to get huffy.”
“You thought wrong.”
“All I’m proposing is that you stretch your boundaries a little. Your bio says you’re thirty-four. Don’t you think that’s a little old to carry around so much baggage?”
“I don’t have sexual hang-ups.”
The knowing arch of his brow made her uncomfortable. He stroked the corner of his mouth. “In the interest of serving another human being-a philosophy you should appreciate-I’m prepared to help you work through every one of those hang-ups.”
“Hold on. I’m trying to remember if I’ve ever had a more insulting offer. No. This is it.”
He smiled. “It’s not an insult, Fifi. You turn me on. There’s something about the combination of a great body, a first-class brain, and a snotty personality that does it for me.”
“I’m getting all misty again.”
“When we met in town yesterday, I had this fantasy of seeing you naked again, and-I hope I’m not being too explicit here-spread-eagled.” The slow smile that curled the edges of his mouth looked more boyish than evil. He was having a great time.
“Ahh…” She tried for sophistication-young Faye Dunaway-but he was definitely getting to her. This man was bottled sex, even when he was being outrageous. She’d always applauded people who were clear about their goals, so it seemed wiser to let the more rational Dr. Favor take over. “You’re proposing that we establish a sexual liaison.”
