"Can I assist you with anything, dear?" His deep, smoky voice with a hint of accent captivated my attention, making it difficult to focus. "I... I was actually looking for the coffee maker." Was that really my hesitant response? My voice sounded unexpectedly sultry. Slowly raising my gaze, I met his piercing baby blue eyes, and, much to my dismay, my body betrayed me once more. It took immense self-control to swallow, not missing how intently he watched my natural gestures. This man seemed to embody desire, and if I were to spend time living under the same roof, I needed to be extra cautious. "I don't partake in coffee," he drawled, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. "What's in that cup then?" I asked, pointing at his mug. "It's just tea," he replied, trying to hide his amusement. "Close your mouth, darling. Or do you want me to add something special?" He whispered playfully into my ear.
