Peyton Coffee Hot Novels & Stories

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."

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.”

Mia snorted again, but indeed she couldn't force something that was out of place at all, the woman tried her best to hold herself back from getting emotional then she pretended to smile so sweetly behind her cellphone. "Okay then, what else can I do? You are really very busy and I also have to be patient, then continue your work if a few days later you are no longer busy then immediately contact me and we can chat together, it seems like spending time in a cafe is not something bad, even though I rarely go to cafes.” “Okay then, see you later.” **

Ashley blushed a little and then said : "what kind of coffee Sir ?" "What do you suggest to me ?", Rafael asked, while looking at Ashley intensely in the eyes. "Well, all of our coffee are delicious but for you, I think a black coffee would suit you the best", Ashley ansered him and smiled. "Alright then I'll take a black coffee", Rafael replied. "Right away Sir. Do you want to drink it here ?", Ashley said. "I'll drink it here", Rafael told her. "Do want something else with your black coffee ?", Ashley asked.

"A hot chocolate for the non-coffee drinker." "Thanks, Trey. You look happy today." She smells the top of her drink container. "It's odd and maybe a little scary." I can't decide if her odd statement is about her hot chocolate or the goofy expression Trey's had on his scruffy face since he walked in. As if my thoughts have called him, he walks over to me and places a quick kiss on my temple. "Coffee for you." When he backs away, Aspen, Finn, and even Jake are left staring at us, all of their mouths slightly slack in question.

" No, sweetheart, you're not. Just now, a cowardly asshole injured you. It would be a blessing for any person to have someone like you in his life. Peyton gave Chloe a grin. Despite being Cassie's buddy initially, she was a fantastic employer and friend as well. What then will I do?" Becky said, putting a full plate in front of her, "Nothing until we eat." Peyton felt her tummy churn with eagerness. Cassie handed them the to-go cups from their favorite espresso café and remarked, "Oh, I forgot the coffee." Closing her eyes, Peyton took a big sip of the life-giving coffee and enjoyed every bite. If she drank enough coffee, she could handle this new problem in her life. As she stood across fro

"External." He looked at the fireplace. It was unlit. Mira had banned real fires after the kitchen incident. He looked at the coffee station. The espresso machine. "Coffee," Elion said. "Hot coffee. Hold a mug. It'll warm your hands and mess up the reading." "Caffeine elevates heart rate," Cale noted. "That helps." "Drink three cups. Give yourself palpitations. I don't care. Just look alive." He pushed Cale to the coffee station. He brewed a cup of dark roast. He made it scalding hot.

Warner, then Jake, scoot in near Peyton. “Ketel One, Grey Goose, Johnny Black, and…” Warner looks to Peyton for her order. “Two Stella Artois, please,” I order. Turning to the guys, I state, “We’re lightweights.” I shrug, apologetically. For once, Peyton doesn’t argue with me. “And six small bottles of water,” Carson adds to the order. The bottle girl looks back to Warner, bats her fake eyelashes, then wiggles away. I can’t help but roll my eyes at the desperation that drips off of her.