Kael’s POV
I'd be lying if I said I didn't mean to kiss her. The moment she started adjusting her clothes and I caught a peek of her bra, I lost all self-control—and that's something I never lose.
I've had my share of women and slept with plenty, but none turned me on like Coffee Girl did. They didn’t drive me insane—not when they sucked on their bottom lips, not when they sighed, not when they moved. But her? She makes a mess of me as long as she’s on my radar.
It shouldn't happen. Why her? Why not someone from a well-to-do family? At least then, I could understand and say it was her charms. But what charms could a girl who serves coffee possibly have?
So, I kissed her. I surrendered to the urge, and I loved it.
Her mouth tasted like my favorite candy—and I don’t even have a favorite
