Page 56 of The Game

“I need coffee. Very important.”

“I’ll get your coffee. What do you take in it?”

I’m very particular about my coffee. “Just a pinch of sugar and like half a milk. Just enough to cool it down a bit.”

“A pinch?”

I swat at his hand when he pinches the skin at my waist.

“I can get my coffee myself if you keep that up.”

“No way, Coffee Girl. It’s your day off. I’m looking after you today. Especially after you cooked breakfast for this group of idiots. You didn’t need to do that.”

“I know, but I enjoy cooking for people. It makes me happy to see them enjoying my food. Part of why I want to own my own place someday.

“Ah, now the truth comes out. Need the glory of compliments to keep you going.”

“Sure, that’s it.”

He boops my nose. “Now go sit down. I’ll get your coffee, and if I don’t make it perfectly, feel free to talk to my manager.”

I shake my head at him and go to sit down. Judging from the almost indecent moans of appreciation, the guys are all enjoying them.

Yup. I did good. The pastry is buttery and flaky, almost melting in my mouth.

“These are so good, Jazz. Thank you so much for baking for us. You can stay over any time.”

“Glad to see you made use of the stash last night.” Beau’s eyes flick up over my shoulder.

“Oh my god, Beau. Shut up,” says Cole, placing my coffee in front of me.

I eye the dark brown liquid critically. It looks about the right color. I lift it to my lips and take a small sip.

“Perfection.”

“Yeah?” Cole asks, sitting down beside me.

“Yes. You did good.”

“Excellent. I’ll make you coffee any day you want.”

“Me too,” JJ pipes up. “I’d do anything for another taste of your scones.”

My stomach flips over even as I’m laughing at the goofball goalie. Now’s my chance to ask them about the auction. I’ve been putting it off, even though Amira asked me to look after it.

“Anything?”

“Yes. These are fucking delicious. If you ever decide to leave Coco, I’ll be here waiting for you and your baked goods.”

“Okay. This is a bit of a big ask, but I’ve got this event coming up in a few weeks. It’s for one of my classes. I have to plan an event to raise money for a charity of my choice.”

“I’m sure it will be great. What can we help with?” Beau says.

“Well. I have to make this one really stand out. Make a splash and make a big profit for the women’s center I’ve picked. This is going to be a project I’ll use on my business grant applications.”

“And? What do you need?” Cole drops his hand onto my leg, giving it an encouraging squeeze.

I focus on his face. It’s easier to direct the question at him. “It’s a coffee shop style event with live music and a silent auction.”

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