Peyton Coffee Hot Novels & Stories

In fact, the smile on his face remained unchanged as he said, “No rush. Since the both of you are already here, why don’t you take a seat and have a cup of coffee? I’ve just imported some high-quality Tanzanian peaberry coffee beans.” Zayn was extremely calm and showed no sign of fear or anxiety as he smiled at the two of them. Anyone would have thought he was merely entertaining his friends.

"But there's really nothing wrong with my factory, Mr. Yale." Hunter ignored her. He simply put down his cup of coffee while smiling. He got up and picked up the coffee in front of Celena and said with great pity, "It's a shame this coffee is wasted. It's a blend that I've treasured for a long time. I thought you liked tea as well."

He handed Caleb a cup of hot chocolate, and the latter glowered at him, “Do you perceive me as a kid? Tsk, I said I want coffee,” “Caffeine is not good for you, kiddo,” Cohen flicked his finger on Caleb’s forehead. Caleb growled and smacked his head with the paper he was holding. “Tsk, that hurts!” Cohen complained. Caleb was about to hit him again, but a woman arrived from behind Cohen.

Malea's POV "I need a large coffee. Black, no cream, no sugar, brewed to 202 degrees Farenhieght." I handed over the 50 dollar bill that Lucian provided every time I bought him coffee and spun around to take a seat at a booth while the coffee brewed.

He definitely was bossy with Sam, his housemate. "Cream, no sugar." "Where is it?" "Around the corner to the right. You'll find it." Funny, but I might have the flip side of the same fetish because it turns me on to fetch his coffee. Grateful for the expenditure of the manic energy that's ruling me, I slip out of his office and make the coffee. It's freshly ground beans from peet's and there's real half and half in the fridge below. I make myself a cup too, and head back, just as his secretary arrives. If looks could kill, I'd be twenty pieces on the floor. "Don't worry about his coffee," I say breezily.

The door opens silently. He is there. Dressed simply in black pants and a white shirt, the sleeves rolled up on his forearms. He holds a tray. The smell of hot coffee, toasted bread, and fresh fruit reaches me, a delicious and absurd fragrance in this place of perdition. He sets the tray on the bed next to me. — Good morning, I brought you something to eat, get up!

“Peyton, you there?” “Yeah...um, look, I don't think I can—” "Just coffee, Peyton." He cuts me off, sensing where I'm going. “Just coffee." Famous last words. It won't be so bad, would it? If things get funnier, I'll leave. "Fine. Text me the location." ~~~~~~~~~~~~ I expected the location to be a simple, quiet coffee shop—the kind of place that barely had two people in it and smelled like burnt beans and broken dreams.

I shook my head. "No way. I can't go that deep. I just stick to a few shades that suit me." Tina replied, "Exactly. But Trey loves coffee so much that he’s studied every type of bean on the market. He even knows which beans go with which kind of coffee pot, what level of heat to use. Honestly, it’s impressive." Miles: "???" Me: "!!!" Trey: "..." It was quiet for a while before Miles finally muttered, "Tina, the example you gave... it just proves Trey has way too much free time."

Peter walked into the coffee shop outside of work. He stopped to get a coffee before he sat at his table to commence his day. He walked into the busy coffee shop. There were atleast 5 people in front of him. The Daily Coffee shop was one of New Yorks best shops so this coffee was worth the wait.

Chastity smiled shyly at him. “I will. On one condition.” Colby said. “What condition?” Chastity asked sadly. “Tell me how the hell you make your coffee so good. Every other coffee tastes like shit compared to yours.” Colby grumbled. “Really?” Chastity laughed. “Hell yes! The only good coffee is yours. All the rest is crap.” “Fine. One spoon of french roast, one spoon of hazelnut, and one spoon of dark roast. But them in a container, shake it well, then dump in the filter, and start.”