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Chapter 13

Chapter 13

It only took seconds before a new drink was put in front of me. I suppose it helped having the boss of the hotel sitting next to you. After a few more minutes of flirting, I could feel my spirits lifting again.

‘Antonios, you really do know how to say the right things at the right time.’

‘I love the way you say my name…’

‘See, that’s exactly what I mean. I give you a compliment, and then you tell me about something you like about me, completely throwing me off my point.’

‘It’s working isn’t it?’

Which I had to admit, it was. I didn’t find out much more about Antonios in the past few minutes, except that he runs the hotel, has another two hotels in mainland Europe, spends least of his time in London because of the weather, loves swimming, and dislikes sweet drinks…

‘I’ll be honest as I couldn’t lie to save my life. Yes Antonios, it is working…’

‘Well, if it’s working, why don’t you and I go somewhere more, private? I would love to ask you for a dance but there is no dance floor here…’

‘Dancing sounds nice…’

‘Follow me…’ which I did, with my stupidly intoxicated head. I managed to make it to the elevators without falling over, and he pressed the top floor. In seconds, the doors opened again, and he took hold of my hand and pulled me towards the stair cases.

‘Where are we going?’ I asked, slightly concerned about having to walk the stairs in my high heels..

‘Trust me, Shawna. We’re almost there…’

Just one flight of stairs up, and we found ourselves on the roof of the building. Unlike most roofs, this one actually had a garden up here, and a large terrace and nice loungers and comfortable looking chairs. And it was big enough to go for a spin, so to say. Without hesitation, Antonios pulled me a bit closer to him, still holding my hand, his other hand snaking around my waist. We didn’t have any music, but I didn’t need any. The way we swayed peacefully on the roof was so nice. Holding Antonios was so nice. His warm hand in the small of my back was so nice… And it wasn’t raining, for once… which was also so nice…

I couldn’t resist and moved closer to this wonderful man, relishing his warmth and the wonderful spicy cologne he was wearing. Before I knew it, our bodies met and I could feel his hand holding me tight against him. We danced like this for a while, he was softly humming a tune to which we gently swayed. I couldn’t resist looking up into those beautiful brown eyes, and once I did, I couldn’t look away again… He was holding me a bit tighter to him, and without hesitation I slowly moved in to kiss him, and he met me halfway. His lips didn’t miss a beat, and neither did his hands. One of his hands was in my hair, the other on my lower back, both working together to keep me as close as possible to his body.  Gripping his jacket with one hand, I let the other wander to his neck, through his hair, and along the slight stubble on his jaw.

Wow. That’s all I could think when we were kissing. My heart was doing its own tango, and Antonios was clearly enjoying this as much as I was, and I could feel his body respond to our closeness. Of course, there was this nagging feeling that this was all going way too fast, but my drunk self didn’t seem to mind the least bit. I was enjoying myself and I was definitely enjoying him. We spent another few minutes examining each other but at some point I really needed to get some more oxygen into my system. Breathing heavily, I looked him in the eyes again, only to be swept up bridal style and be carried to the lounge chairs. Aha, these would come in useful. Carefully Antonios laid me down on one of the large chairs, and he sat next to me, leaning over and caressing my face. Not devouring me as I was hoping he would. Not ripping my clothes of as my body wanted, and I secretly expected. No, he was gently stroking my cheek…

‘Shawna, I think we should stop this while I still can…’

Of course, my intoxicated pouty face didn’t work wonders… and my sad puppy look didn’t do anything for me either… I watched his expression go from rather serious to a relaxed chuckle, followed by ‘Now I’m sure we should definitely stop this… I’m not going to take advantage of a drunk woman, no matter how beautiful or tempting… Let me take you to your room…’ After which he lead me to the stairs again. Not wanting to show my disappointment, I kept smiling all the way to the elevator, but once we got in to go down to my floor, I couldn’t help but lean in and go for another kiss. His hands found my hair again, and we seemed to continue where we had left off earlier. Without breaking apart, we managed to make it to my room, only to be separated when I needed to find my keycard. I opened the door and pulled Antonios with me, a wicked grin across his face as he seemed to enjoy straightforwardness. I couldn’t help but smile against his lips when his hands found my body again, his hands on my hips, pulling me close to him.

Only to be pushed away rather decidedly, having him close the door behind him before I could realize he even left my room. Talking through the door, he said. ‘Sorry Shawna, but I won’t use you in that way…’

Hmpf.