A part of this chapter has an R16 scene, but I will put an asterisk where it starts and ends! Feel free to skip.
Warm coffee trickled down from the pot to the cup. The smell of the exotic beans directly imported from Brazil filled the kitchen at seven in the morning.
I walked over to our wooden table and looked around before getting settled on my usual seat on our dining room table. A sip of the hot coffee awakens me instantly. It’s dark and only has a hint of sugar in it, not too bitter, but strong - just how I’ve always liked it and how Anya always makes it. It’s clear the time she had been my secretary and having had coffee made for me has somehow remained in her memory, becoming a habit.
Years have passed since we’ve been in that situation - her as my secretary and I as her boss.
