His companies.

Anthony's hands waved through his hair as the cold water droplets poured on his hard skin. He needed a fresh bath to clear up all he had done in the past minute. His adrenaline rush was still high, and the excitement bubbled in his stomach. Why he had kissed Sandra, he couldn't explain. There was no logical explanation. He grunted in discomfort. He had no sexual attraction towards her. There had been no sexual tension within them or whatsoever. He turned the shower off. The cold bath had definitely not helped in getting rid of the hardness he possessed. He walked towards the soap section. It was the first time he would be doing that in years.

Sandra laid lazily on the bed, panting. Her heart kept on racing like it was going against race cars. She looked at the ceiling, searching for nothing. How was she to put a tag on what just happened? Anthony obviously hated her. He had made it clear. Why then had he kissed her? Her stomach churned. She felt as her fingers moved up to