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potential staff. Of all the people, why did she have to run into Antonio? He seemed to be one of kind.
    She sighed heavily. Right now she needed a nice long soak in the vintage marble bathtub, one of the major reasons she chose this hotel. When the reason why she wanted the tub came to mind, she moaned in agony. The instant she spotted a photo of the tub, she began to think about all of the seductive plans she’d come up with. The way she imaged it, they might have never made it outside of the bathroom. Now it would remain a distant fantasy.
    She would definitely be in the tub tonight, but it would be by herself. Fortunately, inexperience was her problem, not ignorance. She knew how to satisfy herself. Unfortunately, Quincy hadn’t known how pleasure her. Hopefully, Shannon would have better luck.
    Tierra stifled a sigh. She faked enough orgasms with him to last her a lifetime. She’d read enough self-help manuals to know what to expect. Because of this she’d taken the time to learn how to pleasure herself on her own, as well as why she hadn’t been tempted to give herself to Quincy. Either that, or deep down she’d known he belonged to the reptilian species and was not worth giving herself to. One thing she knew for sure—he wasn’t worth wasting any more of her thoughts on with a vintage marble bathtub calling her name. She made her way toward the bathroom only to be stopped when a knock sounded on the door.
    The person probably had the wrong room. She definitely wasn’t expecting company. A quick look out the peephole left her gasping. She leaned against the door, trying to figure out what she should do to get rid of Antonio. How in the world had he found her? She dropped her face into her hands and shook her head. Of course he could find her. With her first name and access to the hotel’s computer it probably hadn’t been hard for him at all. She jumped as he knocked on the door again. Her heart began to race, and this time not from arousal or excitement. What is the hell was she going to do? He knocked again even louder, and she knew she needed to think and act quickly. Otherwise, he might disturb the entire floor. Taking a deep breath, she put the safety latch on the door before opening it.
    “What do you want?” she asked, not bothering to hide her irritation.
      Her heart fluttered when he flashed her those straight white teeth. His smile should be labeled lethal and locked away.
    “To finish our conversation from earlier, of course.”
    “Absolutely not. So get lost.”
    She started to close the door, but his next words stopped her.
    “I could easily have maintenance come up and take the door off the hinges.”
    Her eyes widened in shock. “You wouldn’t dare.”
    He gave her a deadpan look. “Try me.”
    His eyes told her he meant his threat. Now she cursed. “Dammit. As many rooms as there are in the hotel, how did you find me?”
    He laughed, and she closed the door, barely resisting the impulse to slam it. Taking off the safety latch, she reopened it before stepping back. He stood on the other side of the door looking so handsome and comfortable, it irritated her beyond belief, and she closed her eyes and counted to ten. When she reopened her eyes, he leaned against the doorjamb as if he belonged there. He now had his suit jacket back on, hanging wide open with the top button of his shirt undone, revealing nicely bronzed skin. The temptation to call GQ and tell them she found their next model almost overtook her. Instead, she folded her arms across her chest and gave him her most intimidating look.
    He smiled at the expression. “May I come in?”
    She gave him her infamous eye roll before stepping aside. “As if I have a choice.”
    Tierra rubbed the back of her neck. “What do you want to talk about?”
    Antonio laughed at the statement, and the sound sent a tingle down her spine. She heard the click of the door closing, and her spine stiffened. She turned to face him, fighting back the