The bright morning sun filtered warmly through the massive, floor-to-ceiling windows of the luxurious mansion, as Rick stood casually in Elena's pristine, high-end kitchen, effortlessly pulling a flawless, dark shot of espresso from her expensive Italian machine.
He wore a plain black t-shirt and dark sweatpants, moving with the terrifying, fluid precision of a true culinary god, as the rich, intoxicating aroma of the roasted beans instantly filled the quiet air of the massive home.
Elena sat on one of the sleek marble barstools at the kitchen island, wearing a soft, oversized silk robe that loosely hugged her mature curves, as she watched him work with ice-blue eyes that were still slightly hazy from their intense, intimate night together.
Rick slid the delicate porcelain cup directly across the polished marble counter, as a dark, knowing smirk stretched across his sharp jawline.
