Page 43 of Falling for Famine
“You right, you right,” Emily said with a decided nod. “The girl just learned there’s angels and demons chasing after her and super-hot assholes who want to destroy us in more ways than one…”
“Tequila then?” Asha offered with a smirk, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“I’m okay, unless you two would like something. I can make it. I can also cook anything you like. It’s not good to drink on an empty stomach. If there’s ingredients, I can whip something up real quick.”
I wanted to be useful, and food had a way of bringing people together. Alcohol, too, but I was less keen on that idea. My stomach was already making threats after blinking into existence here. I barely trusted myself making food, but I didn’t want these two to think I couldn’t be a team player.
Who knew what they’d been through. I’d been on the receiving end this whole time, and it made me so happy to think I might be able to do something for someone.
I wandered into the kitchen, on a mission to prove my worth. The two women followed me as I peeked into the fridge and cabinets. It was fully stocked like the last two houses, and it brought a smile to my face. I could blow their minds with my famous berry cobbler. I’d seen both fresh and frozen berries in the fridge, so it’d be easy to throw together.
Hopefully I had the utensils needed, but I could do everything by hand if necessary. Felix taught me how to use the bare minimum in the kitchen if ever there were a need.
“You cook?!” they both asked in unison, making my lips twitch into a smile.
“I’m a baker, actually.” I pulled out a few ingredients, bowls, measuring cups, and utensils.
This house had everything my baker heart could ever desire. In truth, I was a bit jealous of the high-end mixer sitting on the countertop. Felix had given me one of his, but I’d always dreamed of buying my own one day.
They watched me whip together everything in record time. Hopefully we’d have long enough for it to cook. I could get it down to just under an hour.
Both women were bedazzled by the display of my well-honed skills for baking, staying relatively quiet as I put together the filling and pastry, then stuck the whole sugary concoction into the oven with a timer on the microwave.
Both of them were gaping at me when I turned to look at them, finishing the quickest way to their hearts and stomachs, but it was Asha who spoke first, “Are you fucking joking? Treats? Delicious treats for me? Okay, that’s it. I don’t even care. We’re keeping you. If Limos ever does you dirty, we’ve got your back, chick. Counter Soul Girls forever.”
After leaning against the counter, I laughed and shook my head. “Ghost would never do me dirty. Well, not like that anyway.”
The two of them were far too clever and picked up on the insinuation in my comment, leaning in.
“Oh, is that so?” Asha asked, a predatory grin on her face. “So it’s like that between you two then?”
I shrugged, not aiming to lie to a couple women I just met. “Things just…you know, happened. It’s casual.” I bit my lower lip, hiding the shaky note to my voice. I’d never done casual in my life, but I hoped it came across confident. “But it’s all sort of amazing, honestly.”
I hadn’t planned on saying anything, but now that I had, it was freeing. Like I was finally able to gush about how sweet and amazing Ghost was. How incredible the sex was. How I wasn’t sure what the two of us were, but how I was taking what I could get.
YOLO-ing my way through life right now.
I hadn’t been able to talk about him like this with anyone. I shouldn’t just put all my dirty laundry out there for them to dissect, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted someone to know.
“Bet it is.” Asha’s conspiratorial grin brought out mine.
Emily’s pretty two-colored eyes sparkled, but my curious stare was drawn to the weird glowing patterns around her throat. I hadn’t seen them at first, but when she moved, they were clear as day.
I wasn’t sure if it had something to do with her being a soul meant for a Horseman or not. Asha didn’t have any markings that I could immediately see, and I knew for sure I didn’t have any either.
“It’s always the quiet ones, isn’t it? They’re dirty, dirty boys. Bet that boy is a goddamn freak in the sheets. Does he tie youup? Spank you? Bend you over the kitchen table and eat you out?”
Well, it was a counter, but the fact that she called it…
I blinked at her in silent awe. My brain was unfortunately having trouble keeping up with the hard swing into vulgarity. Not that I couldn’t match her word for word, but I hadn’t expected to be blindsided with filthy talk, so I was a little slower to bat.
Asha swallowed a laugh. “Ems!”
“What?”
“Not everyone is as dirty as you,” the redhead accused. “Don’t drag our new friend into your depraved world.”
“Oh, like it’s not your depraved world too, Patient Zero Monster Fucker,” the tinier Emily clapped back.
