Page 7 of Sweet Spot

Chapter Six

Chase

Trey was preoccupiedwith a text conversation, no doubt with his girlfriend Georgie, and Zane was gobbling down a bowl of Chinese food. He'd given up on the chopsticks and had opted for a fork. Aidan walked into the meeting room. His main workplace was in the warehouse, which was two blocks from the office building, so we always spent a good amount of meeting time waiting for him. All of us were good-sized, which had helped when we were four smart-mouthed punks growing up together, but Aidan was head to toe massive. He was a handy friend to have around in a bar fight or when furniture needed to be moved.

The chair creaked as he settled himself down for the meeting. "Make this fast, Chase. I've got a truck ready to leave the docks."

"Yep, I'll be fast. Two minutes."

Zane laughed. "Yeah, that's what most of the women say about you."

"Funny. Anyhow, this morning I went on a run after talking to the hottest little coffee seller down in the plaza, and I came up with an idea." I hadn't even thought about describing Macy, but the words just came out naturally.

"Let me guess," Zane interjected. "Your idea was to seduce the hot little coffee seller?"

"Hey, comic, shut the fuck up so we can get done with this," Aidan barked before waving his hand to show that I had the floor again.

"Her coffee cart is called Sweet Spot because she sells baked goods. I was thinking Sweet Spot would make a great name for a box. We could focus on the G-spot or some of the other erogenous zones."

Trey's chair squeaked as he moved to stand up. "Sounds good. Don't know why you called an emergency meeting about it."

"Wait," I stopped him. "I was thinking we could try something different this time, but I needed input from marketing." I pointed to Zane. "And the warehouse." I looked at Aidan. "What if we add in a chocolate or something edible to go with the name on the box? The coffee seller is a professionally trained pastry chef, and she also works with chocolate."

"So, this is about you getting into the panties of the coffee girl?" Zane quipped.

"No—well maybe—she does have these amazing brown eyes and she has the fragrance of sugar floating around her. But I'm serious about this. What do you think?"

"Would it work?" Trey asked Aidan.

"I think so. They make special bubble wrap that acts as an insulator to keep things from melting."

Zane sat forward. "Marketing would be a no-brainer. Everyone loves chocolate."

Trey looked across the table at me. "We'll give it some thought."

It was the answer I wanted to hear, and Trey, who had known me since we were in fourth grade together, figured that out fast. "Let me guess," he said, "you've already set up a meeting with the woman?"

I glanced at my phone. "Expecting her any minute."

Trey shook his head. "You're so damn predictable. Just don't make a deal with her and then fuck it all up by breaking her heart."

"I don't break hearts. I cultivate them," I said as I walked out the door.

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