Page 87 of Roberto

We kissed for nearly half a minute when I moved my hand inside the front of her robe and caressed her bare breast. I felt her nipple stiffen immediately beneath my touch.

She put a hand against my chest and backed away. “If we do anything this morning, you’ll have to be gentle. I’m a little bit sore down there.”

“Oh,” I said, concerned. “We don’t have to.”

“I didn’t sayno,”she said with a coy smile. “I just said you have to begentle.”

“I can be verygentle.”

And I was.

We went extremely slow…

With nearly an hour of me going down on her, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm.

I didn’t end up leaving her apartment until long after noon.

After sex, we showered and got dressed, and Mei-ling called me a cab. We kissed sensuously one more time, and the last thing I saw was her grin as she closed the door.

By the time I was downstairs in the lobby, I was feeling something I’d never experienced before with a woman:

The pain of separation.

Wantingto see her again.

Needingto see her again.

And after just two minutes away from her.

My brothers would have ribbed me mercilessly if they were here.

Roberto’s been struck by the thunderbolt!

Mr. Checkbook is head over heels with something besides a bank statement!

The main problem was they would’ve been right.

I was indeep.

My obsession with Mei-ling bothered me slightly.

I shook my head in disbelief and worry…

But then I thought of seeing her again and grinned like an idiot all the way out to the cab.

When I returned to the hotel, I called Mr. Lau’s office and asked if there was any word from Gota or Xi.

“Not yet, Mr. Rosolini,”he said in a bored voice.

“That’s fine,” I said cheerfully. “Just let me know if you hear anything.”

When I hung up the phone, I felt a little guilty.

My family needed me back home during this crisis…

But I selfishly knew that the longer I stayed in Hong Kong, the happier I would be.

That night I stayed in and ordered dinner from room service.

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