It wasn't meant to be
But it was bound to happen

As he guided me to knead the dough
His hands touched mine
Enterwining his fingers, he inched closer behind me 
With his hot breath hissing on my neck
I could barely breathe 

I didn't stop him
When he smudged the dough on my neck 
Plastering some on my throbbing breasts
His fingers trailed all the way to my navel
Stop, I murmered 
मालकिन this is how it is meant to be, he hoarsely said

The cooking course with my cook was successful in the end.
©LR