Chapter 25 Honeyed Sin (1)

The kitchen was a furnace, heat rolling off the stove in waves as Mia whipped cream into stiff peaks, her deft hands moving with practiced grace. The air smelled of sugar —caramelized apples bubbling in a pan, chocolate ganache glistening like liquid velvet on the counter. Her tight black uniform hugged every curve, the fabric stretching over her full breasts and clinging to the swell of her hips. Sweat beaded on her tanned skin, trickling down her neck and disappearing into the deep V of her top. She didn’t care. She thrived in the chaos, the heat, the decadence of it all. Victor’s sprawling mansion loomed around her, its opulence a stark contrast to the raw energy she brought to his kitchen. He was her boss, a filthy-rich restaurateur with a jawline carved from marble and eyes that could undress you in a single glance. She’d caught him staring before—too long, too hungry—but tonight felt different. The clock ticked past midnight, and the house was alive with the muffled chaos of an action movie blaring from the living room. Clara, Victor’s prim little wife, was glued to the screen, oblivious to the storm brewing just beyond the walls.