Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
She shakes her head.
“No, I take it black,” she says. “I gulp it straight because I’m using the caffeine to pep me up. The java tastes awful,” she emphasizes. “I don’t know how people drink five or more cups of this stuff every day. But then again, we have repeat customers who seem to spend their entire paychecks at Dane’s.”
I chuckle, amused with our banter.
“But that’s where you’re going wrong, Pet. You need something to cut the taste. Coffee is bitter, sweetheart, especially if you drink it black. Plus, you know there’s a trend towards Robusta beans, right? Arabica isn’t great for the planet, so we’ve been training our customers to savor Robusta instead. But of course, Robusta is especially bitter and so it often needs a bit of cream to temper the acidity.”
Jamie grins at me.
“Said like a true coffee expert.”
I grin right back.
“Hey, I’ve been in this business for a long time, honey. You know why they add condensed milk, and not just regular milk, to Vietnamese coffee? It’s because they use Robusta beans in Vietnam, and they need to mask that bitterness.”
Jamie giggles.
“Wow, I had no idea. Who would have guessed? I learn new things every day.”
I nod.
“But that’s not all I can teach you, Jamie. I have a special type of cream that’s especially good for coffee. It can make your java taste like an elixir you’ve never had before. Or at least, I don’t think you’ve had it before.”
Jamie cocks her head at me, those big brown eyes sparkling.
“And what would that be?” she asks in an arch tone. “Is it a special type of condensed milk imported from Vietnam? Is the cream saturated with sugar so that it’s extremely sweet?”
I arch a black brow right back at her.
“Well, I don’t think it’s saturated with sugar because I try to eat healthy, and avoid most sugars except for those in fruit. But yes, it’s a creamy liquid that tastes best straight from the source. Especially if it’s warm and even a bit viscous, which I think you might enjoy.”
The silence in the small office rings in my ears as the curvy girl stares at me. Suddenly, the office feels far too small and hot. The walls are closing in, and yet there’s only me and the curvy girl as the temperature rises until it’s boiling.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying, Dane?” Jamie whispers. “Are you serious?”
“I’m very serious,” I say in a deep voice that practically reverberates with promise. “It’s time we addressed the elephant in the room, honey. Why, does the thought of my cream titillate you?”
The teen girl stares at me, and her pink tongue flickers out for a moment to brush across her lips. I’m entranced by the movement, and my body hardens. Oh shit, oh shit. I have half a mind to ravish the teen girl right here, right now, but my better instincts stop me. After all, Jamie’s more than two decades my junior, and she’s innocent too. I need to do better than claiming her on the floor of a dirty office.
“What time do you get off today?” I manage in a rough voice.
Jamie swallows audibly while gazing into my eyes, her big bosom heaving with arousal.
“Oh, um—"
I cut her off.
“What time?” I ask in a commanding rasp.
Her pupils dilate.
“Around 3 p.m.,” she whispers.
“Come to the Wythe Hotel afterwards,” I rasp. “I’m in Room 767. I’ll have your drink ready for you then. In the meantime,” I warn in a low voice, our eyes never leaving one another. “Be good. 3 p.m. will come soon enough. Until then, Pet.”
Then, I lean forwards and plant a hungry kiss on Jamie’s lips. She inhales sharply before kissing me back, and before I know it, we’re in a passionate embrace. Jamie’s melting against my broad chest, those big tits smashed against the hard wall of my pecs, and I groan aloud at how lush and curvy she is. But I can’t do this in the back of the store because Jamie deserves better, and more. Besides, I’ve promised her a special type of cream, and I intend to deliver.
Gently, I disentangle our limbs and push her away. Jamie’s unsteady on her feet, her pupils dilated as that enormous bosom heaves with arousal. I chuckle, and reach one hand out to steady her around the waist while pressing another kiss to her forehead.
“Be ready,” I rasp. “3 p.m. it is then. Don’t be late.”
Then, I leave the office, long strides taking me out the back door of a café. Colette is rummaging in the storeroom area for some reason, and as I depart, I hear her call, “Bye Mr. Kenneally! It was nice meeting you! Come visit us again!”
I raise one hand over my shoulder without looking back because Colette is besides the point. Instead, I’m completely focused on my best friend’s lush, beautiful daughter … who’ll be drinking my cream in a matter of hours.