<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/yWh8eKZ.png?1)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Sabrina Rivers, "Ms. Rivers" <br/><strong>Date and Time: </strong>June 2nd <strong>||</strong> 8:50 am<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Home<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong> Cute Outfit!~ (https://i.imgur.com/aLdzzdF.jpg) <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">((minus panties))</span><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> William Blackmoore <strong>||</strong> Captjoe<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Coffee &amp; Dreams<br/><strong>Content warnings:</strong>  <br/><strong>Feeling:</strong> Hungry and curious<br/><br/><del><strong>================================================================</strong></del><br/>Sabrina’s head turned when she heard William’s voice. Knowing they had discarded their clothes downstairs the night before, it still surprised her somewhat to see him standing there naked. She couldn’t help but smirk with delight. Her eyes followed him as he came to stand next to her. “Mmm, good morning to you too.” She leaned in enough to plant a quick kiss on his lips. “I slept extremely well, thank you. And thank you for last night. God knows I needed that,” she said playfully.<br/><br/>Sabrina glanced over at the chef who still busied himself with preparing their breakfast. It was obvious that he wasn’t deaf, with the small smile of his own amusement that tugged at his lips. Catching his attention, he tried better to hide it by turning his back to grab two plates. Sabrina rolled her eyes slightly. She wasn’t ashamed of what took place last night, or her staff knowing about it- but part of her still wasn’t sure how William was taking everything in. Her, her lifestyle… <br/><br/>Of course it seemed that William was still a bit shell-shocked by the questions he asked. He was adorable though, the way he asked. And the way his cheeks started to glow. “You’re blushing,” she noted with a playful smile. He was blushing because they had sex, not because he was standing there naked. As if it was the most natural thing in the world. “Yes, it’s all happening, darling. We had hot, passionate sex right here, in this very kitchen, last night.” The chef dropped whatever utensil he was using, it clattering against the floor. Sabrina couldn't help but chuckle softly. <br/><br/>“We probably should get you dressed though. Can’t have you parading around in your birthday suit, now can we?” She paused for just second in thought after she said that and chuckled. “Well, I guess we could. I certainly wouldn’t mind,” she started to ramble, before pausing to collect her thoughts. “But here are your clothes,” she said pointing out to his clothes that were neatly folded on the counter. They were cleaned and pressed. The idea of parading around her house in such a state was almost enough to keep her locked indoors for the rest of the day. If it hadn’t been for plans to mingle with others in the program later on- she wouldn’t even bother showing him where his belongings were. "After breakfast, I was thinking we could spend the day out, and find us both something suitable to wear this evening."<br/><br/>“Breakfast is ready, ma’am,” the chef informed softly.<br/><br/>“Thank you.”<br/><br/>The chef swung a dishtowel over his shoulder and moved towards the sink to start cleaning up the mess he created. Sabrina looked at their plates that were sitting at the bar top counter and was reminded again how she was actually pretty hungry. She moved around in the kitchen to pour them both a glass of juice as well as coffee. <br/><br/>“I could have done that,” the chef commented. <br/><br/>She smiled, “I know, but I’m not completely useless.”<br/><br/>“Never said you were,” he chuckled.<br/><br/>She laughed with him before setting their drinks next to their plates. She waited to dig until William was dressed and sitting next to her on one of the stools. As they started to eat, she took the opportunity to ask him some more questions about himself. They really didn’t share much about themselves over dinner before coming home and skipping straight to dessert. “So do you have any sort of bucket list? Things you’d like to do? Other dreams apart from working in a library?” she asked curiously.   </span></span>