Raveled by You - Enflamed Series (R-Rated)

Chapter 1

I could never have imagined my life turning upside down just from having a coffee. I was sitting at the local coffee shop, checking out the job section of the day’s paper, when the waitress placed my café latté in front of me. Before I had a chance to take a sip and tell her I was missing the milk, she’d already gone back to bussing the other tables.

I had to be home soon. I didn’t have time to wait for her second round, so I decided to take matters into my own hands and get it from the bar myself. I stood up with the hot mug in my hand, still staring at the newspaper, where an ad mentioning a hefty sum for pay caught my eye. Too late did I realize a man was walking past me as I turned.

The black liquid splattered all over his white shirt.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” I gasped at the stain. Only then did I notice how tight the shirt was around his sleek body. My gaze drifted up, trailing his buffed torso to the androgynous looking face of a twenty-something man with a square jaw and smooth, shaved skin. His eyes, dark and hooded, black hair lightly falling over them, were focused on mine.

“It’s okay,” he said, his low voice made me warm in my innermost parts, though it was clear he was not from here. I stared at his mouth; the movement of his sultry lips as he spoke the words mesmerized me.

“Are you alright?” He chuckled.

“I … I,” I stammered. I was like a silly little girl with a crush, but this guy definitely deserved it; he was hot.

I blinked and set the mug on an adjacent table.

“I should be asking you that.” I grabbed a napkin from the table and dabbed it on his shirt. The short trousers and floppy sandals he was wearing were unharmed, as were the sunglasses stuck on the collar of his shirt.

“It didn’t burn.” His calloused fingers gently touched my skin as he took the napkin from my hand. “Arigato. Thank you.”

A shiver ran through me, the sensation of contact between us titillating. No man had ever had this effect on me. Not even my boyfriend, Ethan. I was trembling as if an ice cube had just been slid down my blouse.

He patted the napkin onto his shirt until it removed as much of the coffee as possible, which wasn’t a lot.

“I can pay for it,” I muttered, even though I knew I didn’t have much.

“No, it’s fine, you don’t have to.” The intense look on his face kept my attention; everything around us faded away. I was hanging on his next words, waiting for him to speak with that dark, sexy voice of his.

“Well, your coffee is all over me, I’m afraid,” he said. The words ‘all over me’ replayed in my head, making me think of the dirty things I wanted to do to him. I flushed red hot from my bust to the top of my head. “Guess we’ll have to get you a fresh one,” he continued.

“Oh, no, don’t, it’s my fault.” I wanted to slap myself for saying that. Why was I turning down a coffee from this hunk of a man? Then again, the temptation might’ve been bad for me, especially considering the current situation with my boyfriend.

“I insist.” He rested his chin on his chest, his dark eyes gazing into mine, as if he was staring into my very soul. I felt like I couldn’t even have said no. I wanted to obey his demanding eyes.

“Two café latté’s, please,” he commanded the waitress. She jumped into action, as if told by her master. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one he had this effect on.

He guided me to a table with his hand on my back, the light touch sending electric shocks through my body. As we sat down, the waitress rushed over to bring our coffees—this time with the proper amount of milk.