Anthony didn’t see Thea the next morning. He assumed she was sleeping in, although she normally ate breakfast pretty early. He scowled at her door, then scowled at himself for acting like some hormonal teenage boy.
They’d kissed last night. So what? He’d kissed plenty of women. Since his divorce, he’d had a string of lovers, the relationships never lasting beyond a few weeks, if the woman was lucky. The women had all known they were temporary, and they’d been fine with it. When Anthony needed that itch scratched, he got it done. Just like he did everything else in his life.
Since he’d first met Elise, he’d never been turned down by any woman he wanted. Why would he be? He was rich and handsome and knew how to make a woman scream his name in bed. Gossip like that spread quickly, and he’d
