Page 90 of Alpha Dragon's Mating Contract
He swallowed the pepper. It burned a tingling trail down his esophagus. It fizzed in his stomach and grew warmer. And warmer. Until the heat became an insistent pressure that demanded to be released.
Walren placed the pickup line in the middle of the table. Then he burped.
Orange flames erupted from his lips, engulfing the entire table’s surface. It was such a large fire that he almost leaped back; it was bright and hot and it feltalive.
If he stopped thinking about the pickup line for a moment, he could admit that this was one of the coolest things he had ever experienced. Warmth tickled the back of his throat as the flames escaped him, so bright that he almost had to close his eyes against it.
Walren clung to the door and kept on exhaling, until his lungs felt like collapsing.
The table had been blasted by fire for long enough.
When he closed his mouth and the fire guttered out, Walren looked at the table.
The slip of pink paper was still there, pristine and untouched.
It had been fireproofed.
Walren groaned, feeling betrayed. He picked up his phone and took a picture of the pickup line.
NotAWalrus
[image sent]
This is what it looks like after 15 seconds of fire roasting
KillianKillsDreams
You and that pickup line were meant to be
MathlinHatesMath
Maybe you should sleep with it under your pillow? It seems to be a good luck charm
NotAWalrus
We’ll see. Probably not
Nat-urallyBig
I know! Put it under HIS pillow!
Walren stared at his phone. He had been trying to think of a gift for Raptor that wouldn’t break his wallet, but he kept running into dead ends. What could you give a person who was rich enough to run a restaurant ashis hobby?
But maybe Nat’s suggestion could work.
Walren glanced at the door, just to make sure Raptor was still busy in the kitchen. Then he rummaged through Raptor’s office until he found some blank paper.
He tried several times to come up with something worthy. Five sheets of printer paper later, Walren had perfected his line, writing it carefully onto a small slip of paper. He folded it up and tucked it into his pocket. Then he carefully shredded the drafts, so Raptor couldn’t put them back together.
The real question was: How would Raptor react to his pickup line?
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YOU STOLE A WHAT?
Walren didn’t geta chance to find out.
He stepped out of Nood’s Good hours later, Zebbie in his chest carrier and Raptor by his side.
