Breakfast at Tiffany’s Read Online Free

added the rest of the ingredients, she checked off each item. Satisfied, she started the blender. A minute later she stopped to check the consistency. Light and frothy. The smell alone made her think of tropical islands and cabana boys. Tiffany grabbed a pencil and wrote Banana Cabana at the top. She smiled. It was the perfect name for her smoothie.
    “Okay guys, the first one’s up.”
    “You can say that again,” commented Shane.
    Drinks in hand, she came out to the kitchen nook and almost dropped the glasses. Shane stood a foot away, his pants down around his ankles, with the banana peel he’d swiped turned upside down and draped over his cock. Which looked to be in the erect position. Her gaze lingered longer than it should have and she felt a stir between her thighs.
    She caught herself with her jaw open and quickly closed it.
    “Hey, I saw that.”
    She really hoped he hadn’t. “What?”
    “I saw you staring,” Shane quipped. “You were interested. Beyond friendly-type interested.”
    Tiffany set the drinks down before they slipped from her now sweaty hands. “I was not.”
    “You stared. Your eyes got all wide and your face turned splotchy.”
    She covered her cheeks and felt the heat radiating from them.
    “Uh-uh. I wasn’t staring at you. I only glanced at the peel. Not your, um—just the peel.”
    “Not my what? Can’t say the word,” he challenged.
    Did he think her six years old? “Sure I can. I’m not a prude.”
    “Then say the word.”
    Marcus walked out from the bathroom in time to get caught up. “What can’t she say? —hey, that’s a good look for you, man.”
    “Thanks, I’m fond of it myself. Tiffany here is afraid to say cock.”
    “Why can’t you say cock?”
    Great, now she had both of them to contend with. “I can say it, but I don’t want to. And here I had claimed Jordan the immature one.”
    “Oh, come on,” Shane goaded. “Say it.”
    “No.” For emphasis, she jutted out her chin.
    “We won’t test your smoothies if you don’t,” Shane threatened, then winked at his friend.
    “Are you serious?” She looked from one to the other, her patience wearing thin. “You know how much this means to me.”
    “This can all be resolved with a single word,” Marcus reasoned.
    Tiffany crossed her arms. “You guys can be such jerks. Fine. Cock. You happy?”
    “You’re sexy when you say cock.”
    She glared at Shane since he was the one who started the juvenile antics. “Can we get back to the smoothies, please?”
    “I guess so. You did say cock.” He looked to Marcus. “She did say cock.”
    “She even said it like a lady,” his friend added.
    She groaned and handed them the glasses. “If you two could shut your mugs long enough, I’d appreciate your input. Some of us have our futures on the line here.”
    Tiffany couldn’t help but watch as they tilted the glasses up to their sensual lips. She knew of a creamy treat they could have anytime they wanted. Anytime and anywhere.
    “This is good,” Shane gushed. “Is it new?”
    “Yep, dreamt it up last night.”
    “I get a taste of a spice I can’t place.”
    “That would be nutmeg.”
    “Subtle. I like it. I’ve had a few smoothies before, but this is award winning. Beats the lousy protein shakes I started on a couple weeks ago. Chalk isn’t my flavor of choice.”
    Marcus finished downing his smoothie and wiped his upper lip. “I could drink this stuff all day. Well done.”
    She beamed. “You’re not just saying so to make me feel good?”
    They both shook their heads.
    “Okay, good. I’m going to start on the next one. Is it possible for you two to behave?”
    They gave her puppy dog eyes and then busted up laughing.
    She watched as Shane pulled up his jeans but looked away before he discarded the banana peel. What was up with him, besides the obvious? And what was going on with the reoccurring banana theme? First her dream and then Shane. Was it a sign? So far the day had gotten off to a