Roman Emperors & Dinner with Daxon

Daxon was in his office reading a book when Alexia stopped by. She cleared her throat and he glanced up. “I’m heading off now,” she told him. She tried not to notice the blue shirt as it stretched across his broad chest. He was a gorgeous man and there was no denying that she was attracted to him. She kept it under wraps, though because he was her boss. And he was dating Erin, a stunning brunette.

He removed his glasses and studied her, his expression dour. “Someone left this book on my desk and I’ve been going through it.”

She went farther into the room. “What’s it about?”

“It’s a dark history about the Roman Emperors: From Julius Caesar To The Fall Of Rome.”

“It sounds very interesting but you don’t look like you’re enjoying it.”

“I was just flipping through it and came across some things that would turn your stomach. According to this, some of those emperors were perverts.”

“Yes, I’ve heard about them. Wasn’t Nero the one who played the fiddle while Rome was burning?”

“That is more myth or legend than truth. For one thing the the fiddle didn’t exist in ancient Rome. And if Nero played an instrument it would have been the cithara, a heavy wooden instrument with four to seven strings but there’s no solid evidence that he played anything during the great fire. And the other thing is that he was supposed to have been at his villa at Antium which was about 35 miles from Rome when the fire broke out. He returned to Rome to begin relief measures but the people didn’t trust him. Some believed that he had ordered the fire started because he used land cleared by the fire to build his Golden Palace and its surrounding pleasure gardens.  Nero himself blamed the Christians for the fire.”

“Yes, I heard about that too.”

“Some of the stuff seem more like gossip than fact. The things written about Tiberius aren’t true. As far as I know he wasn’t a child molester. If that was said about him, they were probably rumors started and spread by his enemies. Anyway, I’ll keep the book until its owner comes for it.”

“Are you going to be staying late again tonight?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Is there anything you need before I leave?”

“Do you have plans for this evening?”


“Are you in a hurry to get home?”


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“How about grabbing a bite to eat at Vic & Anthony’s Steakhouse?”

“Are you sure about that?” she asked.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“For one very good reason.”

“And what’s that?”

“Your girlfriend, Erin.”

“We’re not eloping, Alecia. We’re just going out for a bite to eat.”


“So, what do you say? Are you interested or not?”

“I’m interested. Let me go and pack up.”

“All right. I’ll join you in about five minutes.”

“All right.” She turned and walked out his office. For the first time since they had been working together which was about seven years, he had invited her to have dinner with him. She was nervous and excited at the same time. Calm down, girl. This isn’t a date, remember? She sighed. No, it wasn’t and as he put it, they were just going out for a bite to eat. Erin had nothing to worry about.

Source: History

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