Emily sat opposite Antonio, legs crossed, her eyes squinting as if she were trying to figure out what he was hiding under his clothes.
It had been like this for the past few minutes since he walked into her suite.
A staring match in the suffocating silence.
Finally, Emily grew bored with the impasse. She stood up lazily, walking over to the mini bar.
"What do you want, Antonio? I know you didn't come here for chit-chat..." She paused, turning to him, her fingers trailing down from her cleavage to her abdomen. "Or this."
Antonio's eyes wandered over her lips, the way she bit them, licking them.
"In your dreams." He scoffed, his face twisted in disgust. "That tired little performance? The cheap theatrics?" He gave a short, humorless laugh. "It might have worked once, twice even. But no
