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“Dude, you totally suck at match making. But luckily for you, I don’t. And I’m going to help you. There’s no way it’s going to take us 23 years to break this curse. More like 23 days.”
Tanner laughed. “It’s harder than it sounds.”
“Only because you’re a guy. Have you ever heard about some nosy house husband meddling in all the neighbor’s business trying to set everyone up?”
“Yes. You should have seen Nigel in the 50s. With his polka dot shirts and ironing boards and Jell-O salads. He was a menace to the neighborhood.”
“Ew. What? No. It’s always a woman. Because women are good at this sorta stuff. We understand love. Guys just understand boobs.”
“I beg your pardon. I’m very proud of the 421 couples that I’ve helped find true love.”
“So you don’t want my help?” I ripped the final pieces of tape off his ankles.
He stood up and stretched his back. “No, I definitely want your help.”
“Good, because I’m helping you whether you want me to or not. Now let’s go get started…we have couples to match!”
Too Much Sausage - Chapter 7 - The Most Romantic Death Trap
Sunday – September 24, 2023
Ash
“So where do we start?” I asked as Tanner continued to stretch out the kinks in his body. Apparently being duct taped to a chair hadn’t been the most comfortable thing.
“First we get some dinner,” he said. “Still wishing for some Gochujang Palace?”
“Abso-frickin-lutely.” All this murder nonsense had given me quite an appetite.
“Nuggets or nachos?”
“Hmm…nuggets. With the broccoli.”
“Of course. What kind of monster would order anything else?” He pulled out his phone and placed the order while I flicked the lights back on. The room immediately transformed from a scary interrogation dungeon back into the overly bright, modern conference room of BIMG. “It’ll be ready in twenty minutes. Just enough time for us to pick it up on the way back to my place.”
His place?I’d never been to his real apartment in One57. I’d only been to his weird second apartment below Club Onyx, and that was just once during my first Society date.
Going to his place felt like a big deal. Especially after the conversation we’d just had. Every time the wordlovehad comeup between us in the past Tanner had bolted at the first chance he got. But this time he wasn’t running at all. He was doing the exact opposite. He was staying put. With me.
Finally!
This was officially the best night ever!
…Until I walked out of the conference room and saw the utter destruction we’d caused.
“No, not there,” said Chastity. “Put that down. Do you not know what a cubicle looks like?” She sounded exasperated.
“I’m not making a cubicle,” replied Nigel, who had changed into the most ill-fitting suit jacket I’d ever seen in my life. He must have found it on the back of someone’s chair, because it was super tight on his arms and chest and about a foot too long. It nearly reached to his knees, which was probably a good thing, because I was pretty sure Nigel was full nude under it. “I’m recreating the fax center.”
“What the hell is a fax center?” asked Chastity.
“The fax center is the beating heart of every office. Now, where are all your fax machines?”
“We don’t have any.”
Nigel shook his head in disbelief. “Surely you jest.” He lifted his rubber ducky float off the floor and looked under it. But all he found was a very soggy sheet of paper. He tossed the float across the room.
“I’m not jesting. Why would we have multiple fax machines when not even one is necessary?”
