Infusion Vanilla Bean Blonde Novels & Stories

“I replaced the rare Madagascar vanilla with tonka bean. It’s warmer, a little more bitter, but I can balance it out with something softer. It'll align well with what I have in mind." Anita raised her brows. “That’s risky. But it could work if you can perfect the balance.” “I don’t have another choice.” Natalie dipped a glass dropper and let two drops fall into the beaker. The liquid swirled, releasing a faint aroma of spice and smoke. She closed her eyes, inhaling. Something stirred in her chest—an odd sense of familiarity, as if this scent had once been part of her past, tied to a memory she couldn’t quite grasp.

A vest-like top framed the front. Her hair was stuffed in a slick bun. “Coffee without cream and sugar. Just the way you like it.” The smile on her face stretched almost to her ears as the tray moved slightly in her hands. “Good day, Killian.” She greeted me, setting the tray on the table. Turning away from her, I focused on reviewing the files. “Hmm.” Vivian walked over to my side and leaned in as she stretched out the coffee. Her scent was soft and feminine, a thick mix of jasmine and vanilla that lingered in the air.