“We better head out before anyone else sees us,” I say, pulling my boxers and shorts up while Alexander does the same. He reaches for the toilet paper and wipes the cum off the floor and mirror, throwing it into the toilet and flushing it.
“I’mma need my iced Americano after that,” Alexander says, kissing me, before slowly opening the door to check that the coast is clear before ushering me out.
My leg twitches as I stand and watch the last of the activation events unfold at the Brewed store in the Grove. Brewed has never shied away from leaning into provocative marketing, but I’m mindful that this one skates on very thin ice. A biracial Jesus, standing in a white robe and ordering a coffee from Alexander, is definitely going to raise some eyebrows, that’s for sure.
“He actually works out of one of our Texas branches,” Chloe says, leaning in toward me. “He’s quite the hit down there with customers.”
I’m not surprised, given that everyone in the store has actually focused more on him than Alexander. Literally all of the women inside and some of the men are fawning over his every movement.
“I bet they literally get down on their hands and knees to worship him. Though I’m not sure whether that’s in prayers or blowjobs.”
Both Pedro and Lucy cut me a look as they press record on their phones and I fight back a laugh.
“Can I get the Holy Roast please?”
“Sure, can I get a name?” Alexander stands there with a cup and pen in hand.
“Jesus.”
Alexander’s eyes widen, as the guy—who has also insisted we call him Jesus when the camerasaren’trolling—gives his name.
“Okay, Jesus. Coming right up.”
Jesus moves down the line, and the next customer approaches.
“How may I help you?” Alexander smiles as Santa steps up.
“Ho, ho, ho! Can I get seven Coal Brews and one Sleigh All Day latte.”
Santa starts to pull out his wallet, but Alexander reaches over and pushes his arm away.
“Oh no, Santa, this one’s on the house.”
“Why thank you, Alexander.”
“Yo, Santa.” Alexander leans forward across the counter. “Can you tell me if I made the naughty or nice list this year?”
Santa pauses for a second, looks at the food selection, and leans in.
“Chuck in a few of those mince pies for my reindeer and I’ll see what I can do.”
He winks, rubs his belly, and lets out anotherHo, ho, ho. Alexander grabs the tray, sliding seven mince pies into individual bags and hands them over.
Pedro and Lucy capture the rest of the Brewed special Christmas menu orders on their phones as Alexander works his way through the orders for the rest of the line.
Caryn and Chloe smile away as it all plays out, and I take a breath of relief. Two happy clients helps ease the pain of the last forty-eight hours. My gaze drifts to Paul, who’s standing at the door with Connie, where Rob keeps watch to prevent anyone from entering.
“I think we’ve got it,” Pedro says.
He walks back over to us and plays back the clips on his phone.
Lucy helps Alexander out of his apron and gets pictures of him with Jesus and Santa by the Christmas tree.
“These are fantastic!” Caryn clasps her hands together.
“Thank you for everything, Christopher,” Chloe says, giving me a hug as Alexander walks over to us. “And thank you, Alexander, for everything this week. You’ve been an absolute delight to work with.”
Chloe gives Alexander a hug and Caryn quickly follows.
