I Like My Men How I Like My Coffee 소설 & 이야기

Looking up both men were looking at me. “What now?” I asked, getting a spoon, and stirring it. “Do you want some coffee with your sugar?” Kade snickered. Grabbing the milk out of the fridge, I gave him a look. “I’m sorry I don’t like hot bean water, like some people.” Pouring the milk in, I took a sip. Yes, this was just what I needed. On my way to put the milk into the fridge, I continued: “And you, Kade, don’t need the added sugar.”

I explained as I brought out the ingredients that I had used earlier. Kenneth watched me as I made black coffee from the machine before pouring in whole milk and mixing in loads of sugar. I turned to smile at him only to find that he had a ghastly expression on his face. It was like he didn’t want to believe the thing that he was seeing. “Are you serious? I never knew that he liked his coffee like this…” Kenneth exclaimed before trailing off. “It’s not common, I guess. It’s so sweet and milky that it’s not really like coffee anymore. Would you like a taste?” I offered followed by a giggle.

She bit her lip while looking at my mouth where that thing was. "I-Ice cube coffee?" she asked in disbelief. I smiled and nodded. "Yes, My Shasha, except for coffee which is addictive and you are my drug, you taste better than coffee." "Shutang mother, are you crazy Thyro?" shhe couldn't believe it. "Damn yes, I'm damn crazy on you plus ice cube coffee on your body makes me want to own you over and over again, I don't care if I overdose on coffee, you taste better there," I whispered softly and I started kissing her on her lips.

I demand when he steps into the elevator before the door could close. "I changed my mind." He shrugs, pocketing his hands as he leans on the wall opposite mine. "Whatever, just don't talk to me." I warn, resuming back to sipping on my carajillo. Of all shades of coffee, carajillo is the craziest; the shit tastes so divine, and I can't help wondering who sat down and thought of mixing coffee with alcohol, while Isaac Newton was busy staring at his father's apple tree. Who needs gravity when you can get high on coffee?

“It’s because you’re a little crazy that I like you, Ana. People who don’t appreciate that about you don’t deserve you.” “They don’t?” “Nope and you need to cut them off from your life.” “But what if I can’t? What if they already made a snuggly place for themselves in there and it’s impossible to find them, let alone remove them?” He relaxes back in his seat, crossing one ankle over the other, and takes a sip of his iced coffee. His favorite drink is similar to his personality—cool, delicious, and definitely soothing. “I guess that means you’re in too deep.”

I pouted wryly. I took my phone out of my jacket and opened I*******m because I was too lazy to converse with strangers. As usual, one or two men would approach and pretend to ask something unimportant. Like 'hey are you a regular customer here? What do you think of the coffee? Oh yeah what's your name? Do you live near here? Hey, do you really like coffee? Oh yeah why are you alone? Do you want a company? Can I ask your I*******m user or your phone number because I want to come here again and I want a menu recommendation from you." Yes, I know that too well. Most of them say the same pattern, and it will end with me choosing to leave with work reasons.

She ask anxious " It's disgusting" I lie " I am sorry boss. I can fix it" She says taking up the cup of coffee " No need, I don't like left over trash. The coffee is exactly like the person who made it" I mock #################

I asked him" do you like to have any drinks?" "Mm" I called my secretary. I turned my face to Mr. Walter " tea or coffee? " " black coffee " I suddenly got an idea after hearing his answer. I again turned my face to Mr. Edmin " a cup of black coffee and a cup of coffee " when he went out. I took my office phone from the drawer and texted my secretary. _____ - make the black coffee spicier and hot and get a bowl of cube salts instead of sugar .ok?

I ask him. He shook his head and smiled at me. "It's fine. I also like my coffee plain without any sugar or creamer." He started eating and moaned on the taste. What a sexy noise, Geez why am I so horny. I bite into my toast, afraid I will say something I'm not supposed to. "It tastes good, and I'm not just saying that because you saved me." he winks at me and continues to eat his food.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” He chuckles, running a hand through his hair. “It’s been a while since I’ve had an actual coffee date. Do you still drink those fancy, overly complicated drinks?” I laugh, shaking my head. “I’ve simplified. Just a latte these days.” Adam raises an eyebrow, pretending to be impressed. “Wow, look at you. Moving up in the world.” “Oh, please,” I shoot back. “At least I don’t drink plain black coffee and call it ‘sophisticated.’”