Aria's POV
We walk up the stairs, and I feel my heart beating like a drum. I look at Antonio, who is holding my hand. He is tall and handsome, and I can see his muscular build even in the suit. With every step he takes, his legs through his suit pants. The muscles in his pants are evident. Damn, I am tipsy. I should never have tried so much champagne. My head is spinning, and I have to grab Antonio by his arm as I can feel I am going to fall down the stairs. I struggle to maintain my composure, my anxiety rising with each step. How will I resist this handsome man next to me all night if I have to share a room with him? I have to get myself sober. I will take a cold shower when we get to the room. It should sober me up.
As we walk into the room, candles and flower petals are everywhere. T
