= SARAH POV =

By the time I had read through and finished signing the contract, Ms. Jun had returned with a tray of two drinks, as well as a slice of cake.

“Mary just added the frosting to this white chocolate and pistachio cake; you have to try it, Sarah; it is so good,” Ms. Jun said and placed the tray down in front of me.

I thought she would sit across from me as before. However, she sank down right next to me and picked up the contract to flip through.

 Her long, elegant legs crossed, she leaned back comfortably into the couch and looked over the contract at ease.

My heart, on the other hand, was beating so hard I wondered if Ms. Jun could hear it but chose to ignore it out of politeness.

I tore my eyes away from the elegant pinstriped pant leg that was causally swaying as Ms. Jun read the contract, and I told my brain to tell my hand to pick up the Latte and bring it to my mouth to drink it. 

It was so hard to keep myself intact as Ms. Jun’s delicious cologne of freshly baked bread ( and was that hints of toffee? ) engulfed me. Did I want to eat her or be eaten because she smelt like a bakery?

I took a sip of the Latte, and I immediately felt myself wake up. Was there one or two shots of espresso in this Latte?

“Good? One shot of our espresso is all you need to wake up” Ms. Jun said as I continued to sip my drink.

“Yes, it is delicious,” I said and timidly placed it down “ I’ve never tasted anything so creamy and yet so strong before”

Ms. Jun closed the contract with a satisfied nod and placed it down on the table. “Well, now that I have you in my care, there are a lot of creamy and strong flavors I will have you experience,” she murmured, her voice a little husky and low as she reached out for the slice of cake.

As she did so, her entire shoulder leaned heavily into me, and I found myself scooting back a little, my back hitting the armrest as there wasn’t anywhere else to go.

“M-Ms. Jun!” I gasped, my eyes wide, a hand darting out to push her back, but it was as if I was pushing against a brick wall as she leaned into me. 

“This was one of the first recipes I invented when I was learning about pastries” Ms Jun began to explain as if she wasn’t crowding me against the edge of the couch with her entire body, ignoring my feeble attempt to push her away.

“Sure,” She rambled on, an arm flung over the back of the couch, my entire body trapped beneath hers, “there is the basic framework of the cake; however, only here at Jun’s Café can you taste something this potent,” Ms. Jun said and grinned.

“R-Right well, if you would sit back a little, I’ll give it a taste” I offered shakily, reaching for the cake, hoping that was all she wanted.

However as my fingers closed around the plate, Ms. Jun released it, only to reached out to the cake itself, pinched a piece of cake off with her bare fingers.

“Don’t be shy; taste it,” Ms. Jun said, and before I could react, she closed the distance between us and held the cake up to my lips.

“I-I could um, help myself,” I gasped, trembling, my eyes on her fingers, not noticing how Ms. Jun’s smile only grew wider.

Her right arm dropped from the back of the couch to scoop me close, her fingers cupping the back of my head, stroking my hair teasingly.

“I’m sorry, I forgot to bring spoons; just take a little bit for me before it drips onto the couch. I promise this will be one of the headiest cakes you will ever taste,” she grinned, her eyes dancing with mischief.

 “ You do want to get to know the product, right?”

I felt my entire body feel hot.  The piece of cake hovered in front of my face.

 I didn’t want to lose this job…

…but I also didn’t know where this was going…

…but I needed the money.

After a pregnant moment of silence, I shuddered slightly and leaned forward.

“Ok,” I said breathlessly, turning my face in order to take a bit out of her offered piece.

“Ah,” Ms. Jun suddenly said and pressed the piece of cake into my open mouth, a satisfied smirk spreading across her face, her eyes darkening as she watched me chew and swallow the piece. 

“Chew it, slowly, my sweetness,” Ms. Jun grinned, making me blush, “Savour it”

I chewed and swallowed the piece. In all honesty, it was amazing. The creamy flavor of the white chocolate, the nutty, bitter elements of the pistachios, and the dark rich flavor of something else… was that coffee? It just brought the whole flavor palette together beautifully.

“It’s amazing, but there is this…heavy undertone that I can’t quite figure out,” I said nervously. In fact, that one little piece felt like it was having a strange effect on me.

“Rum. You know rum raisin is a very popular ice cream flavor. Well, I experimented with it in other recipes, and this one turned out the best. Isn’t it finger-licking good?” she said and before I could think, pressed her sticky creamy fingers to my lips.

I whimpered as I delicately licked her finger, my own hands gripping the plate of cake hard, trembling as I felt helplessly forced to perform for her. 

“Mmmm just like that pretty,  lick up every last bit…” She purred and I am ashamed to say….that made my nipples hard. 

After a moment she withdrew her hand. She licked her own finger, clearly sharing an indirect kiss with me, while keeping eye contact, and then proceeded to wipe the cream off my lips with those same fingers.

I shuddered as I remained speechless, our bodies pressed against each other against the armrest, and as the alcohol began to work its way through my lightweight body, I started looking at her lips with a lot more interest than I should have been.