Kristen's pov.

I sat quietly as I watched Richard prepare a cup of coffee for me, his hands delicate as he concentrated on his work, I studied him carefully, taking in every physique of his body.

“Sugar?” He asked staring at me.

I smiled as I nodded in affirmation, flickering my gaze away from him.

“The coffee is ready,” he revealed as he walked over handing me a cup of coffee. “You should drink it when it is hot,” he added as he sat down across me, his legs crossed as he took a sip of his coffee.

I raised the cup to my nose as I inhaled the scent,...