“What would you like in your coffee, sir?” Flo asked, wondering if he was the grinder profile she’d lusted over the night before.
He paused before answering. One of those slow and purposeful pauses taught in Kino University, the kind that turns a woman’s nipples hard as she fills the pause with thoughts of where his imagination has temporarily escaped to.
“How about a drip or two of cream?” he answered with an innocent smile.
“Of course,” Flo replied before walking away wondering what he tasted like and laughing on her way to the kitchen.
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