Maria's POV
The next morning, I'm awake, but my body still feels heavy, like I never really slept. Every spot he touched last night is alive, tingling, remembering his fingers, his mouth, the weight of his c**k.
I make breakfast the usual way. Scrambled eggs and golden toast for Mrs. Harrington. Same for Alexander. I brew his black coffee strong, the bitter smell filling the kitchen. And when I carry the tray into the dining room, he is already there, sitting straight in his chair. He doesn't say a word, but his eyes follow me the whole time I set the plates down. Hungry.
I lean over to pour his coffee into the cup beside his hand. That's when his shoe brushes against my leg gently, and I jump a little, the coffee almost spilling. Mrs. Harrington keeps talking about her roses and the ne
