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Whatthe hell?Isat up and reread the message.
Tellhim thanks butI’drather go when you’re with me
Malcolm
Toolate.I’llfeel bad if you’re stuck home alone
Iwas going to inviteSteveandCalover
Probably
Malcolm
Pleasego?Iwant you to get to know my friends
Ugh.Fine.Butyou’re definitely going with me onThursdayfor drinks with all my former dates
Malcolm
IpromiseI’llbe there
AndI’mtelling everyone what that cute little valet said about your age
Malcolm
Fine
AndIwant a blow job
Malcolm
That’snot really a hardship butIpromise you’ll get one as soon asIget home
Fine
Malcolm
Imiss you
Wellthat’s just fighting dirty
“ButIdon’twantto go to game night,”Iwhined toMariposa. “AndGregis nice to me and everything, but being trapped in a car with him all alone?”Igroaned. “Itdoesn’t sound fun.”
Ichecked the time.NowIhad twenty-five minutes untilGregwas arriving.Ialso had twenty-four unfrosted cupcakes andIwas still wearing my scrubs.
Crap.
Decidinglooking good was more important than cupcakes,Iflew into the bedroom and shucked off my scrubs.Iwasn’t trying to impress anyone—oh, who wasIkidding?Iwanted to impress them all.ButIkept it simple, putting on jeans, a green t-shirt andConverse.IfiguredMalcolmdidn’t have an apron, soIsnagged one of his t-shirts and put it on over mine asIdashed back to the kitchen.
Atleast the cupcakes were cool enough now.Ipulled them out of the fridge along with the strawberry puree.Igave the mixer’s beaters a quick wash, then dried them carefully.I’dalready pulled a ceramic mixing bowl out of the cabinet, soIdumped the butter in it and microwaved it for fifteen seconds.Thatwould have to do for softening.
Thebutter went under the beaters, andIadded the powdered sugar, getting a big poof of it all over myself, of course.Itossed in some vanilla without measuring and was adding the strawberry puree when the doorbell rang.Dangit.
Wipingmy hands onMalcolm’sFBIt-shirt, which only smeared the powdered sugar around,Ijogged to the door and yanked it open.
“Uh, hi?”Greg, looking freshly shaved and dapper in snug jeans and what might be aTedBakerbutton-down, examined me and found me wanting. “Uh, didMalcolmtell youIwas coming?”
“Yeah,I’mjust frosting the cupcakes.Comein.”
