Page 55 of Bazooka
A hint of a smile tugged at his lips.
“I apologize.”
“Tell me you like what I did with the place.”
“I like it.”
“Say, I like it, kitten.”
He grinned.
“I like what you did with the place, angry kitten.”
Be still, my heart.
“That’s better,” I said and kissed him on the cheek. “Thanks for the food.”
“Why do you smell like icing sugar?” he murmured, placing his hand on my waist and pulling me closer to him. I could feel his face brushing my neck, burying in my hair.
I smiled, feeling giddy. “Because I have another surprise for you. A dessert.”
“God, help me,” Bazooka said with a sigh, pulling away. “How about you serve us food while I take a quick shower? Sounds good?”
“Perfect.”
He’d barely left when his phone rang. It made every sense to answer it, especially after I saw who was calling him.
“Officer Vile,” I said into the phone, smiling sweetly. “How can I help you?”
A long pause ensued.
“Hellooo?” I shrieked. “Anybody there?”
“Erm… can I talk to Levi?”
“Leviis in the shower,” I said, turning off the stove. “Anything else?”
“Can you tell him to call me back?”
“Oh, absolutely,” I replied. “Sorry, I must dash.Levineeds a back rub.”
I hung up and took the dessert out of the oven before leaving it by the open window to cool. After I set the table, I had enough time to fold the napkins into cute little swans.
“I’m starving,” Bazooka said when he returned. “You?”
“Fuck, yeah. I worked my ass off today.”
I saw him stifling a smile and wanted to comment on it, but instead, I let him eat in peace. After we were done with the main course, I cleaned up the table while Bazooka talked to John Smith on the phone. I served us dessert just as he hung up, but then his phone rang again.
“Hey, Patricia.” I heard him answer. “What’s up?”
Oopsie. And I forgot to relay her message to him.Oh, well.
I heard fragments of their conversation, but they were job-related and boring. After Bazooka hung up, I made a show of rinsing the plate, because I suspected I was in trouble. When he grabbed me by the waist and sat me on the countertop, I squealed in alarm.
“You will never do this again,” he said, pointing his finger at me in warning. “My phone is off limits, and that’s officially rule number four. Break it, and there will be consequences.”
“It seemed urgent.” I defended myself. “It was Officer Vile, after all. She wouldn’t have called you without a good reason. Why did she call?”
