Sebastian was seated behind his massive mahogany desk, his eyes glued to the glowing screen of his laptop.
But, the moment Kourtney stepped into the room, the world around him faded away, and his focus honed in on her.
His gaze roamed over her, taking in every detail, and suddenly, his breath caught in his throat.
Quickly, his eyes darkened with desire.
He had not expected to see her like this.
The soft sky-blue material of her nightie danced around her thighs, hinting at what lay beneath.
The fabric clung to her curves, shimmering like a second skin. As she walked towards the desk, the sway of her hips did a number on him. He couldn’t help but let his gaze travel from her perfect, pretty face and tousled brown hair down to her feet and then back up.
It was as if the night had woven its magic around her, making her look ethereal and utterly captivating.
“Did the servants see you like this?” Sebastian asked, his voice coming out harsher than he intended.
It made Kourtney freeze in her tracks.
“Uhmmm…” she stammered, caught off guard.
The question was unexpected, and she could feel the heat rising to her cheeks.
Was he angry?
Hearing her “no response,” Sebastian scowled, clearly wrestling with his emotions.
He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the sight of her.
His wife looked utterly divine, a vision of beauty that ignited a fire in him like nothing else. But the thought of anyone else seeing her like this, looking so enticing, sent a wave of jealousy and possessiveness crashing over him.
She was his wife, and he wanted her all to himself. Only he should see her looking this sexy.
He stood from his desk, towering over her like a mountain, and the sheer size of him made her heart skip a beat.
“Just answer me, Kourtney,” he pressed, his voice low and almost dangerous. “Did anyone else see you?”
Kourtney’s breath hitched as he stepped closer, the heat radiating from his body seeping into hers.
“Sebastian, I-”
“You should know by now that I don’t like the idea of anyone else seeing you like this. You’re my wife, and I need you to understand what that means,” he interrupted, clearly a little angered.
Kourtney bit her lip, feeling the weight of his words sink in. The man was damn serious, she knew this for sure. She used to be angry whenever he behaved like this, but now, the possessiveness in his tone somehow made her stomach flutter.
Meanwhile, Sebastian ran his hand through his hair in frustration.
He could feel his body responding to her, the heat pooling in his core as his desire surged. He had been so careful, so disciplined these past few days, wanting to give her the space she needed to heal. But now, standing before him like this, she was like a temptation he could hardly resist.
The sight of her had awakened a primal urge within him, an instinct to claim her. He took a step closer, closing the distance between them.
“You know, I’ve spent the last three days keeping my hands to myself, but I can’t promise I’ll be able to control myself much longer, especially when you come into my study looking like this,” he rasped.
Kourtney gazed up at him and she felt a delicious thrill course through her veins. “Then, maybe you shouldn’t control yourself,” she replied brazenly, testing the waters.
Sebastian’s breath hitched in surprise at her unexpected response, and for a moment, time stood still. She had no idea how much she tempted him right now. Dark and filthy thoughts about all the things he could do to her tonight filled his head.
He swallowed hard. “You’re playing with fire, Woman.”
Kourtney blushed shyly as she picked up the cup of coffee from the tray. “Try it! I made it for you myself.”
Sebastian’s eyes flickered with surprise, then admiration mixing with desire. “You made it?” he asked, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
“Uh uh.”
“You didn’t have to do this.”
“I wanted to,” she insisted, her chin lifting defiantly. “Here.”
He grinned with pride as he received the cup from her and lifted it to his lips.
But as soon as the bitter liquid touched his tongue, he spat it out immediately, the hot coffee splattering onto the pristine white carpet.
Kourtney stood frozen, her eyes wide in surprise.
She wanted to cry.
“Was it so bad?” she asked, her heart plummeting.
The pride she had felt in making him coffee crumbled into dust as she watched his face twist in disgust.
“This isn’t the kind of coffee I like,” Sebastian said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Kourtney’s face reddened more in embarrassment. She wished she could sink into the floor and disappear.
To think she had acted too impulsively just now and didn’t even bother to ask the staff how he likes his coffee or how to make it to his taste. The butler had tried to warn her, but she didn’t yield.
She was driven by the desire to surprise him, and now she felt like a total fool.
So embarrassing!
“Uhmm… how do you like it then?” she asked, her voice small and hesitant.
Sebastian sighed deeply, his expression softening as he looked at her pretty face.
“You brought me a bitter coffee,” he groaned. “I like my coffee a little sweet.”
Kourtney blinked, completely taken aback.
She had always assumed Sebastian was the type of man who preferred everything bland and bitter, a reflection of his serious persona.
Who could have known he was a fan of sweet coffee flavors?
He didn’t look like it at all.
It didn’t seem to fit with the powerful, stony-heart, no-nonsense businessman everyone knew him to be.
She had rushed into making a choice without fully understanding him, and now it felt like she had failed him in a small yet significant way.
“Um, I didn’t know,” she admitted. “I just thought-”
“That I would like it strong? That’s a common misconception,” he interrupted, a smirk playing on his lips. “But that’s not me. I like a little sweetness in my life.”