Page 30 of Mistletoe and Mischief

Only time will tell if it was my most fearless or foolish move.

I’m not letting an award control me any more than I’ll let my father or any other person. A Christmas present to myself. Finally free to see where life takes me, I agree wholeheartedly with Trent… I’ve been hiding behind my independence.

Adding the decaf coffee grounds and starting the brew cycle, I take a minute to myself.

Trent’s never had sex? Wow! And they would all wait for me? It’s too much for me to process. Plus, they’re not asking me to choose. That’s a saving grace. I don’t think I could pick if I had to.

Trent’s always challenged me in the most supportive manner I can imagine. Blake makes me feel like I can be and do more. Cole is rock-solid, giving me stability. And Landon’s sense of freedom and adventure energize me.

Setting five mugs on a tray, I wonder if they’ll freak out that I’m actually going through with my bikini barista plan? Of course, this pop quiz that I’m about to administer in my living room is a far cry from the final exam level of serving coffee to strangers in a coffee kiosk.

Having brewed one cup at a time, I return to the living room,nearly naked, balancing the tray of steaming mugs. The guys shift awkwardly on the couch.

“Coffee, gentlemen?” I ask sweetly, bending to offer the tray and a side of cleavage.

Cole clears his throat. “Uh, thanks Jasmine.”

The others take mugs as well, uncertainty in their expressions.

I perch on the arm of a chair, crossing my ankles. “So, what do you think of my new uniform?”

Blake chokes on his coffee. “Uniform?”

“For my bikini barista business.” I watch their faces carefully, bracing for their reactions. “I’d say this is maximum coverage. It’s all downhill from here. Any questions?”

They seem to be fighting back what they’re inclined to say. I’m willing to give them time to come to terms with it.

“If it’s what you want, and not just a rebellion, you have… never mind, even if it’s just a rebellion, you have my support,” Trent says.

Cole says, “You mentioned that you’re following an existing business model for this type of coffee shop. I’d like to see your plans for ensuring the safety of each of your employees.”

“Happy to share. Blake? Landon?”

Blake speaks up. “You plan on selling franchises. If you want help with that, we’re here for you.”

I smile and nod, then turn to Landon. He stands, sets his coffee on the table, then positions himself in front of me. The mischievous glint in his eye relieves any concern he might object, and drives me straight to longing for his cock.

“How many coffees could you sell in a day if you had a steady stream of customers?”

He’s the last one I expected to jump into the numbers.

“A lot of factors would come into play. How many workers are on shift? Are the drinks complicated—”

“Do you know how many drinks you could put out in an hour? Limitations of your machine?” He nudges a leg between my thighs.

The heat from his body, his intense gaze, and his fingers stroking from my thigh to my belly to my breasts make it hard to think.

“It’s around one per minute, but with taking the orders and payments, it’s a few minutes per customer.”

“Damn. This is going to get expensive,” he says over his shoulder.

The other guys look as confused as I feel. “What do you mean?”

“If the four of us line up in your drive-through and order drinks all day—”

“Shhh...” I hold a finger to his lips. “You aren’t allowed to interfere with my customers.”

He cocks his head to the side. “Then how about we see if you can take an order and make a coffee while you’re coming on my cock.”

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