Cup of Hotness Cafe . . .
Nowadays I’m in here by myself as sister has moved . . . damn good thing we have unlimited calling. Anyway, I’m happy to report with the help of Minho and Key we have recovered from sickness.
Check it out. Excerpt chapter 7.
Her fingers adjusted and re-adjusted the display anxiously, as she swiveled away from him the second time, attempting to hide her uneasiness. Would her reactions have been the same if he had been Junsu, standing in front of her about to make coffee? A few short days ago, she would have thought “Yes” . . . tonight . . . she wasn’t so sure.
Zoning in on his lips, the ultimate target . . . Saffron charged forward, squinting her eyes focusing on the most perfect set of bow shaped, thick bottom, (a woman would die for) kissable lips. She was almost there . . . lifting her arms . . . closing her eyes . . . tilting her head just a degree, as she collided with his warm, willing body . . . “Yes!” Target has been achieved.
The Chairman's Daughters . . .