Ian smiled at the waitress gratefully as he took a drink from the tray she was holding as she passed. For just a moment, he was left alone in the huge function room at the hotel where he was staying in Rome. It was the third and final day of a series of meetings he had been attending in an attempt to engineer the takeover of an Italian company by his own employers. The meetings had been successful, so this function was turning into a bit of a celebration.nnBut Ian wasn't enjoying it a bit. All he really wanted was to be a lone with Susie.nnAlone with his gorgeous young daughter.nnHis lover.nnAs he thought about her, he sought her out in the room. She had joined him earlier, flying out to Rome for this function – and then to stay the weekend with him. It had almost come about by accident. When the meetings were all arranged, the organisers had decided that the final event should be for partners as well.nnIan had arranged for his wife, Megan, to attend, but she had pulled out a couple of weeks before. Rather than waste the opportunity, it was Megan who had suggested that Susie go instead.nn"After all," she had said, "Susie will be home from University, she's never been to Rome, and you always seem to enjoy the time you spend together."nnEven now, Ian flushed at the memory of Megan's innocent comments. Then, even as Megan had spoken, Ian's heart had missed a beat. It was four months since his trip to Paris with Susie, four often frustrating months when they had taken more and more risks to be together, unable to deny themselves their needs, their desires.nnIt was a few weeks since they had been together as lovers. It had been a few days after her twentieth birthday, when she had come home from university for a long weekend.