Power Play - Episode 1

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Okay, maybe I am a bit of a snob when it comes to my coffee, but I like it a certain way—100% medium roast arabica beans, no sugar, but with enough hot cream (not that watery shit they call ‘skim milk’) to turn an ordinary cup of joe into the nectar of the gods. I’m telling you this to explain why I used to stop at Brewed Awakenings every day on my way into the office.

I know as owner and CEO of Hastings Adworks, Ltd. I could have sent out an office boy to get my coffee, but I prefer my employees to do real work when they’re on the job. I can get my own fucking coffee, thank you very much. Plus, this way I’m sure it will be done the right way. Plus… there was a certain barista at Brewed Awakenings—his name badge said “Caleb”—who was, let’s say, easy on the eyes. A good cup of coffee and a piece of eye candy are the perfect way to start the day!

Anyway, Caleb barely made eye contact when he waited on me, and he often got my order wrong and had to redo it. I had better luck withTiffany, the other barista, who actually knew what she was doing. She would flirt with me as she steamed the cream, but I think she knew I played for a different team. As I waited, I liked to listen in on their conversation, and from that I learned that Caleb was working his way through university and was about to graduate.

Now I don’t want you to get the idea that I’m a cradle robber! At 42, I don’t consider myself as having one foot in the grave. I work out at the gym and I’m not bad looking—at least that’s what my bestie and fuck buddy Jack says when I’m shot down by a hot guy at our local bar, Roughriders. But my interest in Caleb was mostly intellectual, as a connoisseur of male beauty. I generally am not interested in 20 somethings for a hookup. I like my meat medium to well done.