Jason P.O.V
I can't get her scent out of my memories but I knew it was for the best.
I wanted her, but that side of me? It's locked— buried where no one touches.
I fastened my jet black tie while glaring at how perfect my biceps look on this suit which is topnotch.
“Mmm… what's that amazing aroma?" I know Mrs Abigail is the best but I must definitely have a bite of what she's making right now.
I glared at the time on my wristwatch while I was running late but I can't just get the thought of missing this breakfast off my mind.
I hurried to the kitchen to await my answered prayers only to be lost “What are you doing in the kitchen? — Where is Miss Abigail?”
Her blouse hugged every curve like it was stitched by sin itself and every time she moved, my pulse skipped— control slippin
