Novel Coworking Denver Novels & Stories

This is book 3 of the Bad Boys and Babies Series. It is a stand-alone novel with all-new characters, however, the themes are similar! Please enjoy! Emma “Welcome to Coffee Shack, Mrs. Johnson.” Emma greeted her next customer with a smile. “Your usual?” The woman in a suit nodded, barely looking up from her phone. That was typical here. The coffee shop was located on the first floor of a downtown skyscraper with all sorts of important businesses filling the offices upstairs. W&W BabyCo held most of the floors, but there was also an internet company and a well respected law firm in the building. Everyone who came for coffee was usually busy with some sort of important work.

The breakroom was filled with coffee drinkers, more than usual. The office buzzed with anticipation, the kind that tingles in the air before a big launch. Denver could feel it as he walked through the glass doors that morning—a nervous current running beneath every greeting and hurried conversation. Was it the energy from the strong coffee that permeated the building, it seemed, or was it that The Phoenix Initiative was more than just another project; it was the company’s shot at the big leagues, a chance for Denver’s team to prove itself on a national stage.

★ Sienna’s POV ★ I sat in silence, poking at my food as Denver engaged in yet another conversation with his business partners. He was still right beside me—technically—but his chair was turned just enough to show where his attention really was. I could hear their low voices, full of technical terms and numbers I didn’t even bother trying to understand.

The following Monday morning Darrell leaped from the taxi and headed for the offices of the architecture firm he and his packmates owned. He smiled as he admired the sign above their gorgeous, two-story, Uptown Crossian building. D.E.N Inc. Darrell & Danny. Elliot. Nate. It had decided it spelled to spell it out as den instead of dden so it made complete sense to them.

She was stupid to propose such business to Denver who unluckily was my fiance. Since I wasn't been introduced properly to Jade from the front desk, Denver did it deliberately. He told her that whenever I'm around, I could go directly to his office whether he is in a meeting or not. I was reluctant on the part about whether he is in a meeting because it was inappropriate. Jade nodded in return before Denver pulled me back toward his office to talk about something first.

Living in Denver is not as bad as Mia thought. Quite the opposite. She made new friends very fast. All the employees at De La Crush treat her friendly. Normally at Blueberry Hill, she would spend her free time cooped up in her studio apartment, but in Denver, she was invited to hang out most nights after her shift was done. Sometimes her new friends invite her to several clubs or just hang out at a nearby cafe, and she feels happy that her days are no longer alone.

I glance back at the big bad wolf and he’s standing there rigidly, his jaw twitching- and we’re definitely going to have to have a talk about this at some point, because I’m not going to end my lifelong friendship with Sam over Brock’s jealousy issues. Once Cole greets everyone, he tells them to leave their bags in the foyer and leads us all into the large living room in the back of the packhouse, where Cole’s four advisors- Chris, Sasha, Victor, and Micah- are seated, as well as Rico, the head of Denver’s IT. Cole makes more introductions, and then everyone sinks onto the numerous couches spread around the room so we can get right down to business.

The offices of Crane & Aldous Creative were nothing like the corporate environments I had spent four years moving through as Dominic's wife. No uniformed staff, no marble atrium, no sense that the building itself was trying to communicate net worth. Crane & Aldous occupied the third and fourth floors of a converted warehouse in SoHo — exposed brick, open plan, the kind of organized creative chaos that had coffee rings on desks and good art on the walls and the particular productive noise of people who liked what they did.

Wisdom’s POV “DENVER!!!!” Even myself was shocked by the loudness of my voice. A text message arrived as soon as I woke up at ten in the morning. It was sent to me from an unknown number. But when I opened it, it was from Dyana Stevens—Denver’s former bed partner who’s proclaimed herself as his ex-girlfriend. Denver gave me a minute-long scold for interrupting his meeting and for bellowing so loud that his ear drums would explode.

“Hello, Orchard. I thought you’d slither back into the story.” The storage unit shell company. C-17. A closed loop finally opening. “Location?” Victor asked. Marco zoomed in. The maps wept detail: blocks, floors, suites. “Coworking space on Ninth,” he said. “Different from last time. Private office labelled as ‘media consulting.’ Their Wi-Fi names are adorable: Beelzebub-guest, NotThePress, Printer? I hardly know her.” Jennifer snorted. “All guilt is corny.”