He lowered his head, leaned closer to her face, and his scorching breath brushed against her neck.
Jasmine Yale blushed and turned her head away, "Alright, continue cooking, I think I smell something burning. Is it burnt?"
Sylvan Cheney pecked her neck, leaving a hot, moist kiss.
"I'll deal with you later." He curled his lips and headed to the kitchen.
Jasmine bit her lip, her face turning red.
When she lowered her head, she could no longer focus on the computer, her thoughts drifting here and there, unable to settle down.
Lunchtime.
Sylvan Cheney prepared a table full of dishes.
He didn't expect himself to cook, and he actually thought it was pretty good.
He pulled out a chair for Jasmine Yale and helped her up from the sofa, "Come, let's eat."
"Mr. Cheney, the food you made smells great. Is this your first time cooking?"
"I guess it is."
