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The next morning, Whitney opened her eyes as the sunlight touched her cheek. She sat up and searched around for Antonio but he�s nowhere in sight. �I guess, that solves it . . . I will never see him again. I need to go see Theresa. I wonder what my calculating friend is up to this time . . .� She giggled to herself. Lurking the room for her clothes, she suddenly have this feeling that something ironic will happen today. She shrugged it off like there was no tomorrow but instantly she reminisced on last night. The way Antonio moved her was incredible! Whoa! Wait a minute. Are these thoughts supposed to penetrate her mind?

Whitney sighed relentlessly and grabbed her clothes. She made her way to the bathroom as she turns on the knobs from her shower. She found her towel laying on the rack as usual. She peeked in her cabinet to reach for her scented oils and sponge. The water runs smoothly as the steam gather its way surrounding the room filled with tempting, hot desire quenching her nerve to be reminded of Antonio. Boy, he�s some hot lover! She has got to give him credit, the man certainly knew how to groove her last night. Maybe this will be the night she�ll always remember.

Her shampoo bottle hit the floor which grabbed her attention. She blinked twice and remembered reality is here staring her in the face. �Whitney, get over it . . . it was one night and you�ll never see him again.� she told herself. Whitney smiled and stepped into the shower, ready to scrub away. She took her sweet time as she started visualizing Antonio�s masculine hands roaming all over her petite frame. She let out a simple moan. She felt her moans coming in deeper than she could imagine. She can feel how his hands inspire her more than her usual fantasies.

She can also taste his sexy lips devouring her mouth. His hot tongue savoring the embrace to welcome her into his world. Gratifying her with his hard steel sex, stimulating her to place her fleshy mound on his rigid shaft. �Whitney, stop it! This is nonsense. You need to stop concentrating so hard on Antonio, whatever his last name is . . . She begin to shake erratically. �What is wrong with me?� She asked herself. �Whitney, get yourself together, girlfriend. There is no time to be thinking about some fling! A hot one at that!� She flustered and tried to smile at herself in the mirror. She wiped the fogginess off her mirror and removed her towel. Damn, she saw how her peaks are galvanized by thinking about Antonio.

Whitney got dressed. Wearing a simple pale blue blouse with blue jean shorts. She fixed her hair up in a laid back ponytail and made sure her make up is applied on correctly. She snatched her purse and keys after she left the bathroom. She made sure everything is still in place and left her hotel room.

Whitney hopped in her Jaguar and checked her rearview mirror. She put on her shades and confidence over came her making her feel alive. She wondered what was going on over at Pilar�s house. She frowned in convergence as she shut her door and walked toward the house. Paloma answered the door. �Come on in . . . Whitney, Theresa has been dying to see you! Let�s don�t hesitate.� Paloma helped Whitney in. Whitney laid her things down on the couch and saw how beautiful Theresa is looking. �Theresa! Girl, how are you?!� She gave Theresa a hug and Theresa returned one back. �Whitney, I am so glad to see you! Me and Ethan just came back from our trip to Paris.�

Whitney smiled briefly. �I see . . . ever since you have became a fashion designer and is renowned for your work, you just been bouncing from country to country, eh?� She teased. �Something like that.� Theresa bantered. �But that�s not all, Luis and Sheridan are having another baby!� Theresa jumped for joy. �Seems like those two will never stop to have kids, huh?� Whitney shook her head in disbelief. �What about Miguel?� She questioned dryly. �Miguel and Charity are in Africa exploring Egypt.� Theresa quickly explained.

�Africa? I never knew that Miguel has any interested of taking Charity to Africa. Is he surprising her?� Whitney wondered. Theresa nodded wholeheartedly. �And you know what? Miguel is going to shock her, too. He�s going to surprise her with this necklace he has laid his eyes on since December.� Theresa smiled like a Cheshire cat. �What about Paloma?� Whitney glanced at her momentarily. �Oh, Paloma is going to stay here after working so hard away from college. She said she�s going to be my partner in crime in the fashion industry.�

�That�s wonderful, Theresa. I wish you and your family the best.� She sincerely responded. �Oh! But that�s not all!� Theresa exclaimed. �What�s not all?� Whitney looked at her blankly. �Mama was so happy when she saw him returned!�
Theresa anxiously stated. �Your father has returned?!� Whitney�s eyes grew wider. �No, silly! Look!� The moment Whitney turned around her jaw dropped to the 1st floor. �Antonio?� She finally opened her mouth after replying hoarsely. �Hey there.� His killer smile reproach her the same way like last night.

She knew it was too good to be true. She had a feeling that there would one in a million chance where Antonio would be Theresa�s brother? Why out of all brothers he had to be Theresa�s brother? Whitney�s cheeks are burning with embarrassment. �It�s nice to see you, Whitney.� He noticed how she is feeling unease about this. �Whitney, speak . . .� Theresa nudged Whitney. �Hi, Antonio. Welcome-welcome home.� She cleared her throat.

What am I going to do? As long as Theresa doesn�t discover that I had an affair with Antonio . . . I�ll be okay. She thought. Antonio kept his eye on her and never wanted to let her out of his sight. �See you around . . . Theresa.� Whitney excused herself through the back way and wanted to squirm. �How in the world will I play this off?� She panted. �Calm down, Whitney. It�s going to be all right.� He cupped her shoulders with his hands.

�Antonio, you�ve scared me.� she nearly jumped out of her skin. �Why didn�t you tell me that you are Theresa�s brother?� Whitney narrowed her eyes at him. �I didn�t know that you would turn out to be so . . . so lovely. Whitney, I�d never knew that you were Theresa�s friend. Never in a million years.� His eyes pleaded with sincerity. Whitney had no choice but to believe him. �What now?� She tapped her foot impatiently. �What do you mean what now? Whitney, you got to relax . . . it�s not like anyone will figure out that you and I had hit the sheets. Okay?� he wanted to coax her from her worries.
�It�s not like we�ll have one of those moments to seduce each other like mad and . . . you know the rest.� His thick, sensual voice made her knees wobbled. �Really?� She faced him.

�Yes.�

�What makes you so sure?�

�Whitney, I just have a feeling we�re going to be fine.� He shifted his shoulders reluctantly. �About last night . . .� He fixed his eyes on her sweetly. �Yes?� she waits for him to answer. The kind of answer every woman want to hear. �I don�t know about you . . . but I have the desire of wanting to be inside you.� She saw how his pearly whites addressed her and she knew damn well that his touch meant a lot to her more than she is willing to admit.

�I want to get with you somewhere and continued where we left off.� He pressed his lips closely to her ear. �You would want to?� Her eyes grew widely with excitement. �Yes, meet me at the Book Caf� at nine. Alright?� He cocked his eyebrow at her and kissed her cheek softly. She touched her face as she can feel his kiss burning her cheek ardently.

�Theresa would be outraged if she ever learned that I slept with her brother. But why should she care? It�s not like Antonio and her are that close. They haven�t seen each other in years.� She glimpsed at the beautiful dark sky and the stars romancing it. She sighed and went to her car. �Antonio, this better be worth it.� She snickered to herself and drove off to the Book Caf�.

Antonio sat and waited for Whitney to enter. His smile lit his eyes brightly when he seen her coming towards him. �Hey, you finally made it.� He cleared his throat. �Yes.� She answered in a throaty, sexual tone.

She liked the way he pulled out her chair for her and treated her like a lady. Antonio moved his chair forward, gazing into her dark, lovely eyes. �So, precious . . . about our heated sexual encounter. I wanted to say that I�ve enjoyed myself and I want it to happen again.� He persisted. Whitney didn�t stop herself from smiling like a high school girl. �Antonio, I couldn�t stop myself from thinking about last night. It was exhilarating . . . and.� She held her breath slightly. �And intensifying.� He finished for her.

�Yes, exactly. I loved the way your skin breathed on mine. It was the most wonderful feeling I had ever felt in my entire life. Antonio, I can�t describe of what you did to me last night. I felt like I was floating on air. Your body caressed me smoothly . . . your lips motivates me to touch every part of your body . . .� Whitney responded in a mere trance. She�s forgotten that she is in public. Antonio reached for her hand and squeezed it tenderly. They kept their eyes on each other until they walked out of the Book Caf�, hand in hand.