Vivian's POV
My first blunder the following morning was believing I could operate like any ordinary person.
My second catastrophic error? Venturing into that infernal kitchen.
Sleep had been a cruel joke last night. Each time I drifted off, vivid images invaded my mind. Him, positioned between my legs, his skilled mouth, that commanding voice, the way I completely fell apart beneath his expert touch. The entire encounter had embedded itself beneath my skin, creating a constant, throbbing awareness in every fiber of my being.
When my restless mind refused to quiet, I did what came naturally. I hunted for caffeine.
Dressed in nothing more than cotton shorts and a thin tank top, I descended the stairs and entered the kitchen domain.
My eyelids felt weighted with exhaustion, and without checking my reflection, I knew my hair resembled a disaster zone.
Approaching the kitchen counter, I encountered my nemesis.
That sleek, intimidating, impossibly complex espresso contraption.
