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with sitting there and grinning at him like an absolute idiot. Laughing, he slung back the rest of his Johnnie Walker.
    “I live on the Upper West Side.” As soon as the words left my mouth, Tony choked on his Scotch. I patted him fiercely on the back until he had his breathing under control.
    He dabbed at his watery eyes and tried to focus them on me. “I had no idea you were in New York. You’re my sister’s favorite designer, and she talks about you being in Europe. How long have you lived in the city?”
    “About six years, though I have been in Europe on and off most of the time,” I told him with a shrug. “Since I moved from Park Avenue when I got divorced last year, I’ve eaten at La Mia Farfalla every week.” Tony’s eyes widened in surprise. “You guys make a killer cannoli,” I said as my eyes dropped to his crotch. Dammit. I hadn’t meant to flirt so much. I wanted to play the part of the seductress, not the girl with an old crush. However, the way he grinned as he leaned in closer to me told me that my mission was succeeding.
    “I haven’t done the cooking in years, but I’ll have to make an exception and create a cannoli just for you.” Innuendo rested heavily in the air between us, and my crimson lips lifted into a devious smile.
    What I really wanted was a taste of his cannoli. “I’d like that a lot.”
    A few heavy, silent moments passed between us before Tony spoke up. “Were you ever going to call me for that . . . tour ?” he inquired with hushed, luscious words meant to entice, and I forced my eyes back up to his.
    But I was the femme fatale, and no matter how charming Tony Ricci was, he wouldn’t be stealing my thunder. With all the confidence I possessed, I leaned toward him until our faces were mere inches apart. “Your number is upstairs beside my phone, just waiting.” His eyes shone with mischief for a brief moment before our mouths met.
    I’d never been kissed like that in my life. It was the perfect synchronization of his lips moving against mine, rendering me speechless and leaving my mind a mess of sensation and pleasure. It was all consuming and encompassing.
    And it ended much too soon.
    My eyes shot open when he pulled away. “Wini, I . . . I want to tell you—” I silenced him as I pushed my hand into the thick hair on the back of his head and pulled him back in, sealing our lips in another searing kiss.
    Though completely engrossed in each other, we both managed to pull away long enough to settle the tab. “Charge it to my room,” Tony told the bartender. “309.”
    “No,” I warned Tony and turned to the bartender. “Charge it to the Presidential Suite, please.” He looked at me with surprise, as though a woman wasn’t supposed to have that kind of power, but I ignored the question in his eyes. He was about to find out the power I possessed.
    His family had moved to Studio City during our junior year, and my mother had mentioned seeing Mrs. Ricci the last time we’d spoken several months earlier, so I was surprised he had a room. “You’re staying here and not with your family?” I asked as we left the bar and moved toward the elevators.
    “ You’re staying here and not with your family?” he shot the question back to me with a laugh and pounded the up arrow several times, obviously trying to make the lift reach us quicker.
    “Touché.” I grinned.
    “It’s just for tonight. Tomorrow, I’m headed for my mom and dad’s place up on Mulholland. They’re leaving town tonight, so I’ll have the place to myself.” One thing I would never forget about Tony was his love for his family, even if he didn’t want to be the twenty-eight-year-old man staying in their guest room. I frowned at the difference between his relationship with his family and mine, but he grasped my face between his palms and pulled me to him. “Come up to my room, Wini?” he begged with serious, desperate eyes. What woman could resist a man who wanted her with such