Chapter 6

I tried to keep

some distance with him, but his voice was just enchanting.

"I'm

not talking about the cream. I was talking about your scent."

My scent?

What scent?

I sniffed

and only smelt whipped cream.

His warm

scent came closer, created a soft comfortable cage that I can’t and don’t even

want to escape.

He pressed

his lips on my lower cheek making me shiver. His breath was just on my right

ear.

I felt his

hands on my waist, holding me hard not letting me go. His one hand reached out

under my cloth, rubbing the side of my waist, and going up.

I started to

try to hold back a moan feeling helpless on this strange pulse. I froze on the

tingle between my thighs and my panties’ wet.

His eyebrows

flew up higher at my actions.

Just then, a

scream suddenly rang out from the kitchen.

"What

is that smell?! Who burnt the cake?!"

I winced and

rushed back into the kitchen, leaning over the door frame to peek inside and

found a cook holding a blackened cake on a plate, staring blankly at it.

I