Chop… Chop… Chop…
Aria stood at the kitchen counter, her hands moving in a careful, rhythmic motion as she diced onions and carrots for the stew simmering on the stove. Each steady movement only made her cheeks burn deeper red, heat crawling up her neck as awareness of her own body refused to leave her mind.
After all… wearing the single-piece white apron was not a crime.
The real crime was that there was nothing else on her body beneath it… Well, except thin laced panties and a matching bra, which somehow made the situation feel far worse instead of better.
The ties around her neck and waist pulled the fabric tight against her curves, but they did nothing to hide the generous swell of her breasts, nor the way her hips flared and her ass rounded perfectly every time she shifted her weight to reach another ingredient.
Damn that ass!!
Her chubby, tempting ass stood fully exposed to his gaze, leaving her painfully aware of every sway and subtle movement she made while working.
