Slumping back on the sofa, he slurred, "Hey, sort me a ride home, will you?"

Knowing this was her shot, Anika assisted him downstairs and into her car, his eyes shut tight in a drunken daze.

She stole a glance at him.

In her mind, even if she didn't aim to ride his coattails to fame, she wouldn't mind a fling. He was young, hot, and loaded-a catch for many .

Anika caught his mumbled address, likely some swanky villa area.

She had other plans than driving him home.

Straight to her cozy apartment they went. Compact but stylish.

As Leonel settled on her couch, something felt off. His eyes cracked open.

Perched atop him was a svelte figure.

With waist-length black locks and a petite face, Anika's white shirt accentuated her curves.

Whispering in his ear, she purred, “Leonel.”

In a hazy state between sleep and wakefulness, his eyes glazed over.

How long had it been since Alexis whispered his name like that?

Anika's crimson lips, scorching against his ear, ignited a primal urge.

Leonel's body had been aching for Alexis for ages. Mistaking Anika for Alexis and with her making the first move, he couldn't resist.

So, he pulled her close, giving in to their mutual craving, Locking lips in a frenzy.

Anika hadn't anticipated Leonel's passion.

A soft groan escaped her lips.

They fervently explored each other's bodies, lost in desire, as if melding into one was just a heartbeat away.

In the heat of the moment, Anika whispered, "Mr. Douglas, I've always admired you."