Tara woke up to Antonio caressing her hair as the morning’s sun rays danced on her face.
“What are the curtains open for?” She grumbled, almost displeased with that… despite a muffled nagging voice inside of her mind trying to tell her something.
“Because it’s Monday morning, cariña, and you should get up if you don’t want to be late,” Antonio deadpanned, his face split into a smug smirk she could see from the corner of her eye.
She turned to him with a smile, and asked in a sensual voice, “What time is it?”
Antonio looked at his fancy wrist watch before telling her, “It’s nearly 8.”
“You weren’t joking,” she all but shrieked as she straightened up and then left the comfy bed she had missed, and also the man she had missed even more in this painfully long weekend.
She went abo
