Page 50 of Fractured
He looked over his shoulder at me and lifted a brow.
I held up the creamer I preferred, as well as the cold foam I liked for my coffee.
He smirked, then tilted his head to the corner of the counter.
And then I stared.
Because sitting there still in its box was a teal Keurig coffee maker. Two Amazon boxes, as well as a box of the Green Mountain, brown sugar crumble, and K-Cups that I like.
And also, a bottle of caramel syrup.
I slowly moved to it and then asked, “Why?”
“Eyes, Sparkles.” He said.
I gave him my eyes, and then watched as his eyes softened, damn, but I loved it when they did that.
“Wanted you to have what you wanted when you’re here. Yeah?”
All I could do was nod my head.
Then I tilted it and said, “You going to let your other women use it?”
He chuckled then shook his head, “You’ve randomly shown up here. Have you ever seen another woman here?”
I shook my head.
To that, the big man winked.
I got to work opening the box and pulling out the Keurig. Then I opened the Amazon boxes.
Inside one of them was a spinning stand that held the K-Cups.
In the other box were new glass tumblers with bamboo lids and glass straws.
Everything I needed to make my perfect cup of coffee.
Then I set about making it.
I drizzled caramel syrup along the inside of the glass, twisting it around so it was just right. Then I filled it up with the brown sugar crumble, added the right amount of caramel vanilla creamer, four pieces of ice, and then just the right amount of cold foam.
Then I heard, “Shit. Forgot about this.”
He opened the spice cabinet and pulled out the Cinnamon Toast Crunch seasoning.
I took it from him and then sprinkled a little bit onto the top.
I put my straw in, stirred it just right, then the lid, leaned back against the counter, and took my first sip... fucking heaven.
He chuckled, “Is it that good?”
I nodded, “Uh huh.”
Then I held out my straw for him to take a sip.
And when he did so, his tongue poked out, then his lips wrapped around the straw... thankfully, he wasn’t looking down below my waist to see me rub my thighs together.
Son of a bitch.
