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Sitting on the plane after leaving Paris from her tennis tournament, she gazed at the clouds and wonder when will this odyssey be over with. �Just great, going back to Harmony with no one to go home to . . .� She slouched in her seat even more. �Why should I even bother. It�s been five years since I�ve been there . . . and a lot has happened back then. I really don�t want to visit my parents nor do I want to put with Simone�s wining. Whitney has no time to deal with her family�s intricate lives and she certainly wasn�t going back to face Chad after the horrible tragedy she has learned about him. Her mother practically deceived her and that she will never forgive Eve for.

She soughed heavily and her eyes averted from the window and glanced at herself on People�s Magazine. �Is this seat taken?� A rough but a sexy voice approached her tenderly. She jumped up at the moment she laid her eyes on him. She tried to figure out how does she know this character. This tall, sexual specimen had his eyes lingering on her for a very long time. He�s striking and captivating. Why does it seems like she knows him from somewhere? �Is this seat taken?� He repeated. She couldn�t utter a word and shook her head instantly. �Are you alright or you feel that you can�t speak?� He bantered. �I can speak for your information . . . I just can�t seem to picture of . . .� She stopped herself as he fixed his eyes on her and smiled.

�Are you always this feisty with guys who approach you or are you already taken?� He curved his lips once more. Whitney felt her heart being snatched by a cupid and felt the pulses racing through her veins giving her this ritual feeling of wanting to taste . . . him.

�No, I�m not taken . . .� She softly replied. �Why do you ask?� wondered Whitney. �Just asking.� shrugged the mysterious stranger. �I�m sorry, I don�t mean to act like such a prude, it�s just you seem familiar to me and I don�t know why . . .� her voice drifted off and tried to picture where she has seen his face. �It�s all right baby doll, I just admire your beauty . . . where are you heading?� His curiosity is getting the best of him as Whitney narrowed her eyes at him. She knows this is a virile and sexy man. She didn�t know how to initiate this situation. Although, this might be some sort of diversion to her. She likes him, a lot and she can�t figure out why.

His golden eyes flirted with her occasionally as they converse and she melted instantly the minute he watches her. �I�m heading to Harmony, on the contrary, I doubt I will have a �grand� time there.� She retorted.

He chuckled slightly and his eyes twinkled on her again. �It�s funny you should mention that . . . because I am heading to Harmony, too.� He smiled. �Oh, really? You have family there?� She questioned. �I suppose . . . curiosity is getting the best of you, sweet girl?� He folded his arms. �I . . .� Whitney was so embarrassed by this man�s sharp, witty remarks. �Honey, I wasn�t trying to make you feel short or anything. I just love humoring you with your sensibility of trying to find an answer of who I am . . .� He touched her small hand gently and she hasn�t felt a man�s hand like this in years. She nearly quivered with his heated touch but remained to keep her composure.

�Looks like the plane has landed . . . I guess I�ll see you around . . .� Whitney replied. �Leaving so soon?� He sounded hurt and really didn�t want to leave out of her sight. �Yes, I guess this is where we go our separate ways?� Whitney implied coldly. �You�re saying that you don�t want to see me again . . .� He inferred. �Well, what do you think?� She placed one hand on her hip. A man pushing the luggage cart moving along smoothly and had his head turned only for a second and without knowing that he is about to hit Whitney head on. The stranger who sat beside her on the plane, yelled at her but she couldn�t hear him. He rushed to her and saved her from getting hit by the cart.   Whitney freaked
out and started crying. �Darling, don�t cry . . I saved you, didn�t I?� he reminded her.

�Yes, you did and I am grateful.� Everyone rushed to her. �Oh my god, that�s Whitney Russell and that man just saved her life.� one of the strangers whispered. �Are you ok, Miss Russell?� The other stranger asked. �I�m fine . . . thanks to my friend.� She gave him a transitory smile as he traded one back. �She�s fine, really? You all can go back to what you were doing . . . thank you.� He tried not to sound boastful but he had this situation under control.

He picked her up and carried her in his arms. They immediately called for a taxi and wanted to get to her place A.S.A.P. �I don�t know how to thank you, thanks once again . . .� She said with modesty. �No problem.� He stared at her hard and she could see his eyes were dilating. �I�m staying in a hotel. Would you drop me off there?� Whitney asked. �Sure . . . Miss Russell . . .� he distinctly remembered someone saying she is Miss Russell. �You don�t have to call me that . . . my name�s Whitney . . .� The man blinked at her and thought his ears were deceiving him. �Run that by me again?� He hoarsely questioned. �You can call me Whitney . . .� She looked ta him and wondered what was agitating him so.

He quickly thought to himself. Oh no, this can�t be? Could it be possible this is my sister�s best friend? I haven�t seen Theresa since for ever. But Whitney is so beautiful . . . I want her. Even if there is an odd of her being Theresa�s best friend. He smiled and responded. �Okay . . . Whitney.� He finally let it out smoothly. �And do I get your name?� Whitney watched how his features were grimacing slightly. �My name is Antonio . . .� He tried to smile. �Antonio?� Whitney sounded as if she has seen a ghost. He nodded and she tried not break out in cold sweat but she had to contemplate. Is this some sort of practical joke? There is a one in a million chance that this dude might be Theresa�s brother. He is cute . . . and I want him so badly I can just taste him. Sinful thoughts entered her mind of what she want
to do to him.

They�ve traded smiles again and wondered what the other would be like in bed. �You said you want me to take you to your hotel room?� His thick, sensual voice aroused her tremendously. �Yes . . .� She faintly spoken. His dark tresses, clean cut and his killer smile is definitely a winner. �Do you have a room to stay in?� She quickly beamed. �Not yet, I should check in very soon.� He had forgotten all about that because he�s interested in Whitney not the damn hotel room. �Is it all right if I stay with you?� He propounded. As her eyes grew wide with interest. She couldn�t get herself to say �no�.�   Whitney knew her limits but she�s not �daddy�s little girl� anymore. She definitely can have any man she wants now. She�s her own woman and she is willing to take her chances.

�I don�t see why you shouldn�t?� She shook her head and blinked at him. �I want you to stay . . .� She expressed with sexiness in her tone. She licked her lips as his eyes pranced on her body and he wanted to get a sneak peek from her.
Whitney shut the door after they had arrived at her room. Antonio made himself comfortable and sat on her bed as she went to go change. Antonio, should you really rush the moment of sleeping with Whitney . . . but she�s not insisting that we should have a relationship either. This is going to be one passionate night . . . that�s it. He tried to refrain from the term, relationship. He feels that he isn�t good enough for one. Whitney has the desire of wanting to look sexy for Antonio, though she highly doubt she will see him ever again. She feel this is just a blink of an eye and that�s it.
What is wrong with me? It�s not like he�s wanting something in return? I know I am not ready for a relationship . . . it�s too risky and boring at times. I want to have a little fun. She checked out her assets as her peaks were hardening for him to arouse them sweetly. She hated to even wince about what could happen if she falls in love.

She walked out of her bathroom and Antonio�s eyes grew wider. No longer could he anticipate of being inside her. He had to have her now. He rushed over to her and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held onto him firmly. His hot, wet kisses smothered her and she quivered the minute his masculine hands obliged her thighs. He slipped her nightgown off and took one look at her body. He�s very content with what he�s viewing.   Whitney ripped off his clothes and kissed his chest with no hesitation. He groaned heavily, sexually.   His lips touched her breasts and she screamed out of pleasure. She asked him to do it again. This time, he went further and he turned her out. She is so damp and ready for him to enter her. His shaft erected quickly, he�s prepared to get inside her and quench her desire.

After the pushing and shoving they went at ease to get a feel of each other�s body. They wanted to reach one another�s climax and turn each other on full speed ahead. Whitney has never felt like this before. She loved the way he made her feel.

She felt she has explored her ventures and wanted to go deeper by undulating her hips with his and teasing him by getting his G-spot. He let a tear slipped and with every thrust he heard her saying she want it all. She want him to give to her like no man has ever done before. Antonio didn�t stop until she wanted him to. His eyes lit up on how her body is reacting to his. Such great body chemistry and passionate, sexual gratification. Fixing their eyes on each other, not going to stop seducing each other is all they want to do until the next sunrise.