Page 112 of His Big Bad Stick

“Hey, where are you going?” Abrielle calls out.

A devious idea hits me right then as I look back at her.

“I’m in the mood for some coffee, kitten.”

It works out perfectly.

Abrielle yells for me to wait but I ignore her.

I open the door to BEANZY BAKES BY JESS and think to myself that it’s the dumbest name I ever heard for a business in my entire life.

The place only has a few people at random tables.

Jess is behind the main counter, wiping it down.

She freezes when she sees me. Her face turns the brightest shade of red I’ve ever seen on someone.

As for me, what am I going to do? Feel worry, doubt, or shame? Fuck that.

Abrielle’s body is delicious and her cunt tastes like heaven.

If anything Jess should be blushing knowing she’ll never experience the effects of my tongue.

“So, what’s good here, Jess?” I ask as though I’ve known her for years.

She just stares at me, jaw slowly dropping to the floor.

I look at the menu as though I’m actually reading it.

Then I look at her.

“Coffee, I guess,” I say. “Sound good?”

“S-s-sure,” Jess says.

I hear the door open behind me and I don’t have to look to know it’s Abrielle.

I can feel her presence. I can feel her blushing.

She walks up next to me.

“Jess, we should talk,” she says.

“What’s there to talk about?” I ask.

“Damn you, Colver,” Abrielle growls in a whisper.

“Hey, it’s fine,” Jess says, finally remembering more than one word. “It’s totally fine. I was just coming over to check up on you, Abrielle. I guess you’re doing okay.”

“She’s doing more than okay, right, kitten?” I ask.

Abrielle elbows me. “I don’t know what to say right now.”

“I’m just waiting for a coffee,” I say. “Should I leave and let you two have some girl chat?”

Now it’s official - I’m smiling.

Jess is blushing.

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