Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
When I see the pomegranate-orange muffin sign, I fight back a gag. I hate those muffins. They stay in view all over my home, and when I see one half eaten, I know it’s because Ciaran has fed it to Louisa, or the other way around, and they got distracted by sex since apparently the damn muffins are an aphrodisiac for them.
One thing is for sure, I won’t be serving them in my coffee spot.
I roll my eyes, and just as I sit on one of the barstools at the side of the service counter, the kitchen door flies open and in walks a sinful Adonis.
Also known as the owner of the coffeehouse.
Coleson Katz.
The man is sex incarnate. He is built like a tank—with wide shoulders and thick biceps, but then a trim waist with strong, long legs. He has to be somewhere in the 6’3” range, maybe bigger, with an ass strong enough to stop the truck that broke my sister's left side in a wild, unbelievable accident.
Only Lou would get hit by a truck. Only her. But my sister is the last thing on my mind as I drink in Coleson. His dark-blond hair is all over the place, like he’s run his fingers through it multiple times. Jealousy blooms in my gut, wishing it were me running my fingers through the thick locks. His head is shaved on the sides, letting the tattoos that curve up his neck shine. Through the white shirt he wears, I can see shadows of more tattoos, and damn it if I don’t want to trace my tongue along every bit of ink on his skin. But his lips? Man, his top lip is so thick, jutting out in the perfect Cupid’s bow, making him so fucking kissable it’s unfair.
He’s stunning.
Wicked.
And I’ve been lusting after him since the first time I walked in here.
When his bright-blue eyes scan the room, they pause on me, and then he nods at me. “Trying something new today?”
His voice is deep, rough, and makes my insides clench with want. “Nope. Same thing as always.”
He chuckles as he reaches for a plastic cup to start making my drink. “I could make you a mean latte.”
I wave him off. “I don’t want it, but I do want you to teach me how.”
This isn’t the first time, nor will it be the last, that I’ve asked him to teach me. He is hell-bent on not helping me out, when I know he’s the only one in walking distance who can. He rolls his eyes. “If you think I’m going to train my competition, you’re mistaken, McDavid.”
The way he says my last name makes me breathless. He’s never called me by my first name; it’s always McDavid. I don’t know why, but I kind of like it. Though, I’d love to hear my first name on his lips. As he comes. In my mouth, in my hair, on my chest…inside me.
Anywhere, really.
Well, that escalated quickly.
CHAPTER 5
Coleson
I glance over my shoulder at Eliza McDavid from where I’m bent down, getting the lotus tea I’ve already brewed from the cooler. She leans her cheek on her palm, watching as I make her drink. Her gaze is intense, as always.
She has been asking me to train her for months so that she can open her own “little coffee spot” in her sister’s bookstore. I considered it since I am training at the arena a lot more, and I figured I could have her work for me as payment. But for some reason, I can’t do it. I feel like I’d be betraying my dad’s legacy by helping someone open another coffee place in town. Even if it is just a small little spot for the shoppers in the bookstore, that’s still my business. They come here first, and then they go to the bookshop. I’m still making money, and people are drinking my dad’s creations.
I’d be an idiot to train her.
Plus, I like looking at her.
More so than I would ever admit. I don’t get it either. I mean, that’s stupid to say—I do get it. I just don’t like that I am attracted to her. I never chase girls. They come sniffing around, and I give them what they want. McDavid? She looks right through me and only focuses on the coffees and teas I make. She’s never asked me about anything other than my business. Maybe she’s into girls? I wonder if she’d let me watch? Or even join in? I wonder how El would feel about me having two wives?
I don’t even need to wonder. She wouldn’t approve.
McDavid is adorably hot, and she’s so small, I could put her in my pocket and take her out whenever I wanted. She has to be a full foot shorter than me, but she carries herself with such grace and confidence, she seems taller. Today, she’s wearing a crop top with tight black leggings. Her jacket is open, showing off her heavy breasts and her round hips. She has a little bit of a belly that I can see in her leggings, and I want nothing more than to rip those leggings off her and trace my tongue along the curve of her stomach. She’s all softness and curves, and I want to get lost in her body. Her hair is down in dark waves, reaching the curve of her ass, making me want to wrap it around my hand and yank her head back for a thorough kiss. She has a little button nose, high cheekbones, and a bottom lip that is fuller than her top. Her eyes look more green than brown, with long, dark lashes that make them seem brighter even in the low lights of the coffeehouse.