Coffee Cuties 3 A Cozy Slice Of Life Harem Romance – Jenna Jules

I was restocking cup sleeves—a task that didn’t require my attention but gave me something to do with my hands—when Savannah appeared at my elbow. “I want to go see what they’re saying.” I didn’t need to ask who “they” were. Through the windows, if I angled myself right, I could see the edge of the plaza where GARD had set up their morning position.

The signs had multiplied since I’d last checked. So had the women holding them. “That’s not a good idea.” “I’m not going to do anything.” Her voice carried that particular innocence she deployed when she was about to do exactly the thing she said she wouldn’t. “I just want to listen. See what their angle is today.” “Their angle is the same as yesterday. Older men bad. Young women victims. Megaphones loud.” “Cole.” She put her hand on my arm, and her expression shifted from playful to something more serious.

“I promise I’ll be good. I just want to look. I won’t engage, I won’t respond, I won’t even make eye contact. Scout’s honor.” “Were you ever a scout?” “No. But I could have been.” “Five minutes,” I said. “Then you come back.” “Ten.” “Seven.” “Deal.” She was already moving toward the door that led to the food court.

“I’ll be a ghost. They won’t even know I’m there.” I watched her go, her blonde ponytail swinging with each step, her Latte Love shirt identifying her to anyone who cared to look. Nothing about Savannah Blake had ever been ghostlike. The woman attracted attention the way flowers attracted bees—naturally, inevitably, sometimes dangerously. Amy appeared beside me, wiping down the counter with the kind of methodical attention that meant she’d been watching the exchange.

“She’s going to do something stupid.” “Probably.” “And you let her go anyway.” “She needs to see it for herself. Reading about it on her phone isn’t the same.” Amy made a sound that might have been agreement or might have been judgment. She moved back to the register as another student approached, her professional mask sliding into place.

I finished restocking the cup sleeves. Then I restocked the napkin dispenser. Then I wiped down the espresso machine, even though Maya had already done it twice. My hands needed something to do while my brain calculated how many minutes had passed since Savannah left. Four minutes. Five. Six. At seven minutes and thirty seconds—I was watching the clock, which was probably pathetic but felt necessary—the door from the food court burst open and Savannah was there.

Her expression was wrong. Not angry. Not upset.

The September morning mist clung to everything at Cambria College’s cross-country course, turning the air thick enough to taste. I stood at the starting line with a paper cup of our signature black sesame latte warming my hands, watching Savannah bounce on her toes in her crimson and gold uniform. The fabric was thin enough that I could see every muscle in her legs flexing. “She’s going to destroy them,” Amy said beside me, her own coffee steaming in the cool air.

She wore one of my flannel shirts over her jeans, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. It hung loose on her small frame, but she’d insisted on wearing it when we left the house that morning. Maya stood on my other side, her phone out but not recording yet. “The other runners keep looking at her.

They know who she is.” They weren’t the only ones looking. I felt the weight of dozens of eyes on our little group, heard the whispers that had become background noise to our lives over the past three months. “That’s him, Coffee Daddy.” “All three of them?

Really?” “My roommate applied to work there last week. Said the shop was packed.” “I heard they’re making bank from sponsorships now.” I took another sip of coffee and tried to focus on Savannah’s pre-race routine. She was doing high knees now, her ponytail whipping with each movement. The sheen of warming muscles made her skin glow in the filtered sunlight. Twenty-one years old and in the best shape of her life, about to start her senior year season.

“Here we go,” Maya said, finally raising her phone to start recording. The starter called the runners to their marks. Savannah crouched at the line, her face shifting into that focused expression I’d seen a hundred times now. Gone was the playful girl who’d covered herself in whipped cream to seduce me. This was Savannah the competitor, the one who’d qualified for regionals last year and had her sights set on nationals.

“Good luck, Savannah!” Amy called out, and several heads turned our way. I caught the eye of a woman about my age standing with what was clearly her college-aged daughter.

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.

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