From the doorway to the living room, they stumbled and shared passionate kisses...

With delicate hands, she undid his belt, ready to take it to the next level...

But Leonel stopped her abruptly.

She gazed into his intense eyes, stunned.

In a flat tone, Leonel said, "Forget it."

As he headed for the door, Anika embraced him from behind, whispering softly, “Is it because I'm not your type? Leonel, can't you just hold me, please? I just want you to take me, please!"

Leonel stood there, speechless at her words.

Slowly, he turned to face her.

With teary eyes, Anika continued, "I know you love her, but... I don't want to complicate things or wreck your marriage. I just want to spend tonight with you."

Leonel found it hard to believe.

But when a guy was down, having someone compliant was always appealing. He didn't feel for Anika but he appreciated her docility.

Eventually, he said casually, “Alright, how about you whip up some coffee and give me a shoulder rub?"

Anika felt a pang of disappointment at his response but then she figured at least he was sticking around for the night.

In other words, she still had a shot.

Late into the night, too tired to head back to the hotel, Leonel crashed on the sofa.

The next morning, work called, and he dashed out, leaving his coat behind.

On his way to the office, he checked his phone, half-expecting messages from Alexis.

She had to react after last night, right?

But there was nada on his phone, no texts, no calls, nothing.

The truth was, Alexis couldn't care less about what went down between him and Anika.