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“Where am I?” I whisper to myself, my voice barely audible.
I sit up slowly, placing a hand on my throbbing head as if trying to physically push away the haze clouding my thoughts. The room spins slightly, forcing me to close my eyes and take a deep breath. It doesn’t take long before memories from last night begin to resurface—flashes of touches, tastes, and thrusts.
What was I thinking?
“Okay, Harper, just breathe,” I mutter under my breath, trying to steady myself and make sense of it all. “Last night was…intense,” I admit quietly, acknowledging the passion and desire that was unleashed within me.
I take a deep breath and focus on my surroundings. The room is beautifully designed with an air of elegance. Soft, muted colors adorn the walls, while luxurious curtains frame the large windows. The sunlight streaming in casts a warm glow over the tastefully arranged furniture.
“Wow,” I whisper, marveling at the space. Somehow, it’s both comfortable and sophisticated. I know it wasn’t designed for me, but I can’t help but think it’s exactly what I would have wanted.
Just then, the scent of breakfast wafts through the air, drawing me out of my reverie. My stomach rumbles in response, reminding me that I haven’t eaten since last night’s dinner. My curiosity piqued, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and stand up, feeling more steady now.
I slip on the same clothes that I wore last night and leave my room.
As I approach, the aroma becomes even more intoxicating—a delicious mixture of sizzling bacon, freshly brewed coffee, and something sweet that I can’t quite place. It’s enough to make my mouth water.
I’ve missed having a home-cooked meal more than I could have imagined.
The moment I step into the kitchen, my eyes are immediately drawn to Benedict. I’d expected Hudson, but I’m not opposed. Benedict has always been so nice to me when he visits my bakery, looking utterly sexy and…did I seriously just think that? As if I didn’t just sleep with his roommate the night before.
He’s leaning over the stove, expertly flipping something in a pan. His almost black hair falls effortlessly across his forehead, and as he looks up, his piercing gray eyes captivate me.
“Morning, Harper,” he greets me with a warm smile, revealing the dimples that always make my heart skip a beat.
“Hey,” I manage to stammer out as I take in the sight before me. The sunlight streaming through the window casts a golden halo around him, making him look like a fallen angel sent to tempt me.
“Did you sleep well?” he asks, his attention returning to the pan.
I nod, unable to find the words to express the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. My fingers twitch with the urge to reach out and trace the contours of his face, but I resist, knowing that now is not the time.
“Would you mind handing me that spatula?” he requests, nodding toward the utensil resting on the counter.
“Sure,” I reply, grabbing it and passing it to him. Our fingers brush for just a moment, but the electric spark that passes between us is enough to leave me breathless.
“Thanks,” he murmurs, flipping whatever’s cooking with practiced ease. The smell of caramelizing sugar fills the air, mingling with the other enticing aromas and making my stomach growl impatiently.
“It smells good,” I compliment.
“Thank you.” He grins. “Cooking has always been a passion of mine.”
“Really?” I ask, intrigued by this unexpected side of him. “You’re quite talented. Where did you learn to cook like this?”
He chuckles softly, stirring a pot on the stove with one hand while expertly flipping a pancake with the other. “My parents are actually pretty well-known chefs. They taught me everything I know.”
“Wait, seriously?” I exclaim, my curiosity piqued. “What are their names?”
“Aimee and Tim Ford.”
My eyes widen in shock. “They are legends in the culinary world!”
“I know.”
“Aren’t they the chefs behind that famous Michelin-starred restaurant?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
Benedict nods with pride. “Yeah, that’s them. Growing up, our house was always filled with the most amazing smells and flavors.”
“Wow, that’s incredible! Why didn’t you follow in their footsteps?”
