Page 54 of I Am Sin

Nope, no Dragon.

I return to Antonio. “He’s not home yet.”

He raises his eyebrows in a teasing gesture. “Guess we’ll have the place to ourselves, then.”

I tug on my lip. I don’t want to be worried about Dragon, but it’s after midnight at this point.

“I’ll just give him a call.”

I call him. No answer. I’m tempted to text him, but then I don’t.

He’s a grown man. I am not his keeper. That’s what he told me, and he’s right.

“Like I said,” I say to Antonio. “I don’t keep any alcohol in the house. But I do have some sparkling water and several kinds of juice.”

“Sparkling water’s fine.”

I open the fridge. “I also have some fruit if you’re hungry.”

“I’m good. Teddy always keeps lots of fruit on hand when I visit.”

I pour two glasses of sparkling water, squeeze a lemon into each, and hand one to Antonio as I lead him into the living room.

We sit together on my leather couch.

Now what? I take a sip of my water. I had two glasses of wine, so I’m feeling a tiny bit buzzed but not enough to just launch myself into his arms.

Even though I’m still feeling kind of horny.

“Would you like to watch a movie?” I ask.

He narrows his eyes. “I think what I’d like to do is this.” He puts his glass of water down on my coffee table, setting it on a coaster. And he takes mine from me, setting it on another coaster.

A guy who uses coasters. I’m impressed.

Then he grabs my hand, cups my cheek with his other. “This is what I’d like to do, Diana.” He comes close to me, and I close my eyes, ready to feel my lips against his, when?—

My phone buzzes in my pocket.

I pull back. “Sorry.” I grab my phone.

“Ignore it,” he says.

“I’m not the kind of person who can just ignore her phone.” I look at it.

It’s not a number I recognize.

What the hell? I’ll take his advice. Ignore it.

I set the phone on the coffee table and smile at Antonio. “Now, where were we?”

“Right about here, I think.” He cups both my cheeks this time and he moves closer.

I close my eyes, and just as his lips touch mine?—

My phone again.

Blaring at me from the coffee table.