She woke up with something heavy lying on top of her, disabling her from moving her body. She wondered why she felt different from when she had fallen asleep. Something seemed unfamiliar. But when she opened her eyes, it took her time to adjust to the darkness.

"What time is it?" She mumbled, but when she looked at Alex, he was fast asleep. She could only see a silhouette of him from the light coming from the window.

She realized that it was either still in the middle of the night or very early in the morning. But whatever it was, she wondered why they ended up in her room. She clearly remembered that they were both in the living room, sitting comfortably on the sofa.

But she was still very sleepy, and thinking was only giving her a headache, so she decided to close her eyes and dozed off again, snuggling closer to the warm body against her.

"Alex?" She called for him the next time she woke up.

When she opened her eyes, sunshine already flooded the room, but Alex was already out of sight. His side of the bed was already cold, but the mark of his head on the pillow was still visible.

"Alex?" She called again, a bit louder this time, thinking that he might be in the bathroom, taking a shower. But there was no noise coming from the inside.

She took her robe and marched outside of her bedroom to look for him. As usual, he was in the kitchen already making them breakfast. "Why did you not wake me? I could have helped you with that."

"Good morning. You were so beautiful when you are sleeping. I don't want to disturb you. Besides, I am making my sorry breakfast for you." He pointed to the one on the oven.

"Sorry, breakfast?" She asked, not understanding what he was talking about as she walked closer to the kitchen.

"Stop! You better get yourself back in bed and wait for me to serve it to you, or else I have slaved for nothing." He instructed as he put down the bowl in his other hand and walked towards her.

He pulled her first to him until her body extended on his length. He tilted her chin until he reached her lips and touched his lips softly against hers. But it was so short that she was left craving for more.

"Now, go back to bed, or you will not have more of that." He commanded with a slight spank on her ass, making her yelp.

"As you wish, my prince." She curtsied to him before turning around. She was not about to let him get away with his action. Although it did not hurt at all, in truth, it only made her excited for more.

Then again, if he put it that way, she was not about to refuse his orders. She wanted more of that kiss and the delicious aroma of whatever he was cooking. She slowly removed the robe she was wearing as she walked away from him.

"You are an evil witch, enticing me with the sweet ass of yours." He acted like a knight about to slay her with his spatula as she sashayed her hips and walked away. She knew that it always worked wonders on him.

"I can't wait." She paused at the door and revealed the sexy nightie she was wearing last night, tossing the robe on the floor before slowly closing the door on him.

She knew that from his lustful eyes, he enjoyed the show she just gave him. She could not wait for him to walk through that door. She quickly rushed to the bathroom to brush her teeth and washed her face.

Despite what he said, she still felt much better if she took care of her hygiene in the morning. Then, after doing all her morning business, she quickly returned to the bed and tried several poses.

She wanted to appear alluring in his eyes. "Let me see if you will still fall asleep with this." She whispered to herself, remembering the special night she had prepared for him.

She ran her fingers on her hair and adjusted her position on the bed. Then, she made sure that she looked seductive, biting her lips for the red lips effect. She never did like to wear makeup, pinching her cheeks to put some colors on them.

"Wow!" That was what came out of his mouth when he entered the room, carrying a tray of food and the red rose. "Is that what I missed last night? Now, I am truly sorry for dozing off like that."

He placed the tray at the edge of the bed and stood, staring at her. He never thought that he was that tired last night. When he put the music on and finished the glass of wine as he waited for her, he did not realize that he had eventually fallen asleep on the couch.

He suddenly woke up in the middle of the night because of the door opening and some whispering. He was surprised to see her sprawl on top of him, both of them uncomfortable on the sofa.

"What happened last night?" Suddenly she found herself curious as he placed the food in front of her. She set aside her seduction as she scooped on the side to give him space on the bed.

"Jacky arrived late last night and woken me up. When I saw you sleeping, I decided to carry you to bed instead of waking you up. You looked as tired as me. So, I just snuggled beside you, and we were both passed out in a few seconds." He explained.

"Oh, I did not even feel you carried me. It must be the long hours of working on my new case." She mumbled more to herself than was telling him.

He sat beside her on the bed, with their backs plopped on the pillows, serving her the food.

"Sorry again for falling asleep. I could see that you made a lot of effort to make last night special. There was no excuse for it, but I am willing to take any beating or punishment you want to bestow on me." He continued with his act, finding it hilarious.

"If that is what you want, then I accept your apology with a condition." She tapped her fingers into her chin as she thought about it. "I'll tell you later, but for now, feed me this delicious sorry breakfast that you made." She teased him some more as she slightly wet her lips with her tongue and bit her lip.

She had no clue if she was doing it correctly. She wanted to act seductive, not amusing, but from the expression on Alex's face, she was leaning on the latter.

"Yes, my princess. I am your humble servant for the day." He took the freshly baked blueberry muffin that he baked for her this morning. And with his fingers, he hand-fed her, giving her a small taste of what he had to offer.

It was so intimate and romantic that she could not help but smile. Besides the aroma and the sweet taste of the pastry, the man feeding her also looked so mouthwatering.

He wore his sweat pants low on his waist and decided to take off his shirt before entering her room. She believed he was also on a mission. It appeared that he was more successful in his seduction.

She was suddenly unsure which she would rather have for breakfast, the muffin or the man, as both seemed so delectable and worth a bite.