Tara entered the house in which she had slept two nights prior, and instantly felt at home. Although it wasn’t really cozy, as it had no feminine touch to it, and was almost too neutral, and too neat for her, it felt like home… maybe because, on some deeper level, she believed that Antonio was her home?
“Let’s go to the dining room, kitten,” Antonio said as he discarded his suit’s jacket, loosened his tie, and opened the top two buttons of his shirt. “I bet you are hungry.”
Good god, he was handsome! And his smirk was roguish, almost… predatory. Needless to say Tara became instantly hot and bothered.
Hungry for you, she wanted to say but kept her tongue in check in the last second.
“Ooh, those looks,” he commented and acted as if he had shivered, trembling all over, “I live for th
