With a face chiseled in arrogance, Antonio Rivas pushes all my buttons. The younger artist acts like my gallery, and everything in it, belongs to him. Including me. Secretly, I crave Antonio's dominating hands all over my body like I'm one of his signature pieces. But he's a tyrant. A monster. Trouble. He's dangerous for my business and heart.
Tequila Sunrise: Lunchtime Chronicles
by: Amarie Avant