Page 64 of Alpha Dragon's Mating Contract
“Did what work?”
“The pickup line cookie! Did it work on you?” Raptor gave him a hopeful look.
“It was terrible,” Walren admitted.
“Aww! I had more lines queued up.”
“Really?”
Raptor slipped a familiar pink book out of his pocket.699 Pickup Lines For Your Wriggly Heart Muffin,by Dicky Mems. At the bottom of the cover, in a smaller font,Guaranteed to work!!!!
Walren’s jaw dropped. The pickup lines in that book were so terrible, it was legendary. All of the Butler Brothers worshipped Dicky Mems, and it was such an unshakable truth that even Walren knew about it.
Just that Raptor’s book had neon tabs sticking out from its pages. As though he had already marked out some lines he wanted to use.
“Do you really think those areromantic?” Walren blurted.
Raptor grinned. “To some people, they might be.”
“I... I’ll try to understand them.”
Raptor lit up as though his birthday had come early. He shook the bag of pickup line cookies. “These are also by Dicky. The pickup lines came from his book.”
“Oh gods,” Walren whispered.
“I know,” Raptor whispered back. “It’s one of mankind’s greatest inventions.”
It’s not,Walren wanted to say, but Raptor looked so excited that Walren didn’t want to take that away from him.
Raptor wriggled his fingers, waving Walren over to the industrial fridges. “I haven’t shown you these! We store raw food in this fridge, and cooked food in this one.”
Then he showed Walren the vegetable fridge he had raided last night, and Walren blushed.
“Sorry,” Walren squeaked.
“Here.” Raptor handed Walren a cucumber. “Have a snack.”
Walren choked again. “But I—”
I threw a cucumber in your face.
“You’re welcome to let me handle your cucumber.” Raptor smirked. His chefs groaned; Walren turned to hide his face in Raptor’s muscular arm.
In his chest carrier, Zebbie babbled and kicked, reaching out to grab Raptor’s shirt.
“So adorable,” Raptor crooned.
He seemed perfectly content to stand there and watch as Zebbie tried to tug him closer. The sous chefs cooed over them. Walren blushed furiously.
“C’mon, let’s check out my office,” Raptor said. “I’ve got some fun things in there.”
“Like what? Please don’t tell me sex toys.”
The alpha laughed. “What’s that in your hands, then?”
Walren almost dropped the cucumber. “Not a sex toy!”
But he was very aware of the smooth cucumber skin against his fingertips, the firm weight of it in his hands. He remembered a cucumber sitting heavy on his tongue, pushing into his ass.
