“Antonio,” Tara called, well after she got in his car, “Please tell me you didn’t come to that starbucks to interrupt my time with Chloe,” she said in teasing.
“I did not. Addicted as I may be to you, I’m not sure I am that obsessed,” he said softly, eyes focused on the road.
Instead of scaring her away, his words made her shiver in pure physical awareness.
“Antonio,” she breathed out his name in a husky voice, “What do you have next?”
“Right now, nothing, but I got to head to Kitten at around 7 pm,” was his answer.
She hummed in agreement before exclaiming, “Why are you going to Kitten?”
He chuckled. “Are you jealous, cariña?”
“As if!” She scoffed. Then, in an uncertain tone of voice, she couldn’t help but ask, “Should I be?”
“Oh, cariña, I only have eyes for you,” he said i
