Chapter 25 Honeyed Sin (1)

• The kitchen was a furnace, heat rolling off the stove in waves as Mia whipped cream into stiff peaks, her deft hands moving with practiced grace. The air smelled of sugar —caramelized apples bubbling in a pan, chocolate ganache glistening like liquid velvet on the counter. Her tight black uniform hugged every curve, the fabric stretching over her full breasts and clinging to the swell of her hips. Sweat beaded on her tanned skin, trickling down her neck and disappearing into the deep V of her top. She didn’t care. She thrived in the chaos, the heat, the decadence of it all.
• Victor’s sprawling mansion loomed around her, its opulence a stark contrast to the raw energy she brought to his kitchen. He was her boss, a filthy-rich restaurateur with a jawline carved from marble and eyes that could undress you in a single glance. She’d caught him staring before—too long, too hungry—but tonight felt different. The clock ticked past midnight, and the house was alive with the muffled chaos of an action movie blaring from the living room. Clara, Victor’s prim little wife, was glued to the screen, oblivious to the storm brewing just beyond the walls.
• Mia bent to check the oven, her skirt riding up just enough to tease the edge of her lace panties. She knew he was there before he even spoke—felt the weight of his gaze raking over her ass, her thighs, the way her hips swayed as she moved. Victor stepped into the kitchen, his tailored suit pristine despite the late hour, his dark hair tousled like he’d been running his hands through it. He didn’t say a word at first, just watched her, his breath hitching as she straightened up and wiped her hands on a towel, smearing chocolate across her fingers.