“It's pretty loud in here,” she'd said. “Why don't we head up to my room and look over those contracts?”
“Are you sure?” he'd asked, not certain he'd be able to go into Serena's room and concentrate on business. Not the way she'd looked in that dress.
“Well, we can't talk over that music nor can we worry about spilling drinks on those important papers,” she'd said, then ran her finger down his arm. Antonio had known Serena wanted to do more than talk business. Still, he'd followed her up to her room. Sure they'd gone over the contracts, but that took about twenty minutes, then she'd ordered drinks from room service and sat on the bed beside him. Their conversation had been light, talking about Charlotte's downtown area being called Uptown and how she got into the restaurant business.
She'd inched closer to him as he talked about how his company had worked on the Blake Hotel and helped turn the place into a boutique hotel that offered something different in the city. Serena had turned her head and their lips were inches from each other's. Antonio had expected her to turn her head away, but she'd pressed her lips against his and kissed him with a scorching passion that sent chills up and down his spine. He'd returned the kiss with fervor and zest that had allowed him to release years of pent up emotions, pent up desire and passion. She had melted against his chest and deepened the kiss. Their tongues danced against each other as Antonio had slipped his hand between her thighs.
Abruptly, he'd pulled back from her. “Whoa,” he'd said, feeling like a teenager sneaking around with a girl. “This can't happen.”
She'd raised her eyebrow and asked, “Why not? We're both adults.”
“I can't do this. We're about to start working together.”
Serena had risen to her feet and paced back and forth. “And? You're married, aren't you?”
Antonio held up his left hand. “I'm not married. But, like I said, we're about to start working together and I don't want to complicate matters with sex.” He'd stood up and closed the space between them. He'd wanted to have sex with her, wanted to lift that little black dress above her head and see the splendor of her naked body.
Serena had seemed to notice his desire as she glanced down at the fly of his slacks. “I'm not a woman who plays games and I go after what I want,” she'd said. “Since I know for sure this isn't one-sided, I'm telling you, again, we're adults.”
“I know this,” he'd replied. “But I have to try and be professional.”
Serena had offered him a sly smile and pressed her body against his. “But I don't,” she'd said and leaned in to kiss him again. Unable to resist, he'd cupped her bottom and started to inch up her dress. Before anything else could happen, the door had opened and Jade had walked in, causing them to break off the kiss.
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That kiss still kept him up at night, even after all the time that had passed. It kept him yearning for more from Serena, but he couldn't get caught in her sexy web when he had A.J. and his business to run. Still, how much longer could he deny what he wanted?