Chapter 1: Introduction
The sun had barely risen when I pulled into the drive of Chuck’s beautiful Mediterranean villa. His place belonged on the cover of a home decor magazine—white walls, red-tiled roof, terracotta pots framing a hand laid stone path. My fingers twitched as I imagined them against wet clay. Give or take.
I breathed in the scents warming on the breeze and let them seep into my skin, waking me fully. The crisp morning air hung heavy with the scent of lavender, rosemary, and jasmine.
I was early, but I prefer starting my day with a bit of peace before diving into the chaos. I took a moment to stretch outside my car, feeling the pull and release of my muscles.
As I approached the front door, I noticed wisps of steam escaping from one of the first-floor windows. I followed the scent of freshly brewed coffee and found myself in Chuck's spacious, sunlit kitchen, equipped with state-of-the-art appliances and a breathtaking view of the valley.
The clinking of cups and a low, melodic humming came from the backyard, so I followed the sound.
I discovered Chuck outside, leaning on the deck railing, sipping coffee. His powerful form seemed to command the space—broad shoulders and a confidence that made you wonder what it would be like to have such certainty. A mischievous glint gleamed in his eye as he caught sight of me.
"Kindra! You're early." He took a final sip and placed his mug on the railing, extending a hand.
"Care for a cup?"
'Sure,' I replied, placing my hands on his solid shoulder, and let him lead me over to the outdoor seating area where he poured me a warm cup from his French press. I inhaled the steam rising from the mug; the enticing aroma sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine—a shiver I had become all too familiar with when around Chuck.
The morning sun cast a warm glow upon his chiseled features, highlighting the few strands of gray that peppered his dark hair. He truly was a handsome man.
And still, there was something in his eyes—a secret, a smoldering intensity that would leave me on edge whenever he looked at me.
With our drinks in hand, I joined him in the sunlight. "So, what's on the agenda for today?" I asked with a smirk.
He grinned, the corners of his lips tugging slightly. "You mean you want another massage—or perhaps something less professional?"
My heart skipped a beat as he blatantly acknowledged the lingering attraction between us. I took a sip of my coffee, stalling for time.