Rae Bennett saw Wyatt Wright in a suit for the first time, painstakingly making tea, and found him devastatingly charming.
She wanted to strip off his suit...
She placed her hands on her knees, sat up straight, with an honest expression on her face.
Wyatt passed her the tea.
The teacup must have been made from top-grade material, warm to the touch but not scalding. Rae held it with both hands, sipped a small mouthful like a lady, savoring it delicately.
"What kind of tea is this?"
Wyatt said, "Grapefruit osmanthus."
The combination of grapefruit and osmanthus was sour and a bit salty, a very unique flavor.
But tea tasting was not what Rae wanted to do now.
She gazed at Wyatt, her eyes shining like stars, eager, "Didn't you have something to say? Why aren't you talking?"
Wyatt was still unhurried, adding water to the purple clay teapot, "Finish your tea first."
Rae downed it in one gulp, "Finished."
A bar counter separated them, with Wyatt standing opposite her.
