= Sarah POV =

  By the time I had read through and finished signing the contract, Ms. Jun had returned with a tray of two drinks, as well as a slice of white chocote cake.

  “Mary just iced this white chocote and pistachio cake; you have to try it, Sarah; it is so good,” Ms. Jun said and pced the tray down in front of me.

  I thought she would sit across from me as before. However, she sank down right next to me and picked up the contract to flip through. Her long, elegant legs crossed, she leaned back comfortably into the coach and looked over the contract at ease.

  My heart, on the other hand, was beating so hard I wondered if Ms. Jun could hear it but chose to ignore it out of politeness.

  I tore my eyes away from the elegant pinstriped pant leg that was causally swaying as Ms. Jun read the contract, and I told my brain to tell my hand to pick up the Latte and bring it to my mouth to drink it. It was too hard to keep myself intact as Ms. Jun’s delicious cologne of freshly baked bread ( and was that hints of toffee? ) engulfed me. Did I want to eat her or be eaten because she smelt like a real treat?

  I took a sip of the Latte, and I immediately felt myself wake up. Was those one or two shots of espresso she added to the Latte?

  “Good? One shot of our espresso is all you need to wake up” Ms. Jun said as I continued to sip my drink.

  “Yes, it is delicious,” I said and timidly pced it down “ I’ve never tasted anything so creamy and yet so strong before”

  Ms. Jun closed the contract with a satisfied nod and pced it down on the table. “Well, now that I have you in my care, there are a lot of creamy and strong fvors I will have you experience,” she said as she reached out for the slice of white chocote and pistachio cake.

  As she did so, her entire shoulder leaned heavily into me, and I found myself scooting back a little but then hitting the armrest as there wasn’t anywhere else to go, really.

  “This was one of the first recipes I invented when I was learning about pastries. Sure, there is the basic framework of the cake; however, only here at Jun’s Café can you taste something this potent,” Ms. Jun said and turned to me with not a spoon full of cake, but a piece of cake that she broke off with her bare hands.

  “Don’t be share; taste it,” Ms. Jun said, and before I could react, she closed the distance between us and held the cake up to my lips.

  “I-I could um, help myself,” I said, but Ms. Jun’s smile only grew bigger. Her right arm reached around me and casually rested on the back of the couch, but I could feel her hand on my shoulder, almost a hair’s breadth away from touching me.

  “I’m sorry, I forgot to bring spoons; just take a little bit for me before it drips onto the couch. I promise this will be one of the headiest cakes you will ever taste,” she said, and then biting her lip. “ You do want to get to know the product you will be selling, right?”

  I felt my entire body feel hot. The piece of cake hovered in front of my face, her hand almost touching my shoulder. I just signed the contract. I didn’t want to lose this job, but I also didn’t know where this was going, and I didn’t know how I felt about Ms. Jun, doing things to me…

  …but I needed the money.

  “Ok,” I said and reached up to take the piece of cake from Ms. Jun, hoping that maybe that would signal to her that I didn’t want to be hand-fed by her.

  “Ah,” Ms. Jun suddenly said, and like a Lil dingus, I immediately copied her, and she pressed the piece of cake into my mouth.

  I sat there frozen, my hand in midair as I found myself with a mouthful of cake.

  “Chew it, my sweetness,” Ms. Jun grinned, making me blush as I realized how dumb I must be looking with my mouth open, the cake just sitting in my mouth.

  I quickly chewed and swallowed the piece. In all honesty, it was amazing. The creamy fvor of the white chocote, the nutty, bitter elements of the pistachios, and the dark rich fvor of something else… was that coffee? It just brought the whole fvor palette together beautifully.

  “It’s amazing, but there is this…heavy undertone that I can’t quite figure out,” I said nervously. In fact, that one little piece felt like it was having a strange effect on me.

  “Rum. You know rum raisin is a very popur ice cream fvor. Well, I experimented with it in other recipes, and this one turned out the best. Isn’t it finger-licking good?” she said and before I could think, pressed her sticky creamy fingers to my lips.

  This time, I reacted, pushing her back. However, that arm on the back of the couch scooped me forward, and that finger covered my lips with cream while her body trapped my arms between mine and her breasts.

  “Don’t you want to just lick up every st bit?” She asked and then did something that, I am ashamed to say, made my nipples hard. She licked her fingers while keeping eye contact with me and then proceeded to wipe the cream off my lips with those same fingers.

  I shuddered as I remained speechless, our bodies pressed against each other against the armrest, and as the alcohol began to work its way through my lightweight body.