11. Alice's Night with Vivian Part 2

VIVIAN SCOTT

I looked at the attractive girl working in the kitchen in her short skirt and a white blouse. She had changed into comfy clothes before brewing coffee for us. Alice was a natural beauty. She looked good in whatever she wore, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her toned legs as she kept tapping her feet while brewing the coffee.

“Here you go,” she said as she kept the coffee cup in my hands. The smell of fresh coffee hit my nostrils, and I inhaled it deeply.

“Ah, this smells so good,” I said as I sipped coffee from the cup. “And it tastes heaven.”

She laughed, making me forget the world for a few seconds. Man, this girl! She was killing me with her beauty.

“Don’t tell me coffee is your weakness,” she giggled as if she caught me stroking myself. I agree that I made it obvious I was a coffee lover. But that giggle was a little too much. Unnecessary, I thought.

“What do you like?” I asked her, hiding my thoughts.

“I do like coffee. But I guess not as much as you.”

“You judging