Chapter Twenty
Alan
One thing Lainey couldn’t do was complain that Jess and I weren’t working while we spent time in the kitchen.
We baked our asses off that afternoon. Cinnamon rolls, cupcakes, scones, cookies—chocolate chip and peanut butter, brownies, and even two pies.
“You’re really good at this,” Jess exclaimed when I frosted my first cupcake.
I looked over at her blue and purple frosted creation. “So are you.”
“Do you think we should try one before we go any further? What if they’re terrible, and we waste our time frosting them?”
I was confident they were delicious, but I wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity to split a cupcake with Jess.
“Let’s try mine—yours looks way better.”
She set her frosting bag down and stepped toward me.
“Okay.”
“I notice you didn’t argue,” I teased as I peeled the liner from the cupcake.
“I mean… I’ve had more practice.”
“Oh, two whole days!” I laughed and held out the cupcake for her to take a bite, which she did.
“Oh god, these are so good!” she moaned.
The moan went straight to my dick.
She had blue frosting on her nose, and I wanted to kiss it off her. Then my dirty mind went straight to her entire body being covered in blue frosting, and, well, fuck.
Now I had a damn boner.
A thirty-five-year-old man sporting wood just thinking about a woman.
I mean, it had been a while. But it wasn’t like I didn’t get off regularly. I had my right hand and a really good imagination. Plus, there was always porn.
I leaned closer into the table where we’d been working and took a bite. I could feel the icing on my face but didn’t care. We’d have matching frosting faces.
“Holy shit!” I mumbled as the confection hit my tongue. I took my time swallowing before proclaiming, “We’re freaking culinary geniuses!”
She took one look at my face and giggled. “Messy culinary geniuses.”
I bopped her nose, wiping the frosting off in the process then showed it to her. “You’re not any better, ma’am.”
“That wasn’t there! You planted that!”
“Oh, it was there…”
With her index finger, she swiped some icing from the remains of the cupcake and smeared it down my cheek.
“So was that.”
I could feel the grin spread across my face as I challenged, “Is that really how you wanna play this?”
And fuck me if my dick didn’t get harder when she leaned closer, looked me in the eye, and proclaimed, “Absolutely.”
I reached for her, and she half-squealed, half-giggled as I wrapped an arm around her waist. Pulling her back against my front, I prepared to smear the remaining frosting on her cheek.
I knew she could feel my dick against her ass, and I didn’t care.
But before we got into a full-on food fight, that in my fantasy ended with us naked on the kitchen floor covered in colored frosting, Lainey walked in.
****
Jessica
My boss took one look at us and put her hand on her hip.
“What is going on?!”
Aw, heck. I’m fired.
Alan’s hand was still around my waist, and when I tried to step away, his grasp tightened.
And I was pretty sure that was his cock I was feeling against my ass. Either that, or he’d put a steel pipe in his pants when I wasn’t looking.
With zero shame, Alan told her, “We’re making sure the cupcakes are sale-worthy.”
To my utter shock, Lainey stepped forward and simply replied, “And are they?”
He released me so he could hand her the one I’d frosted. “See for yourself.”
Lainey took the offered cupcake, peeled back the liner, and took a bite. All the while glaring at Alan.
She, too, got frosting on her nose. (For the record, I’d totally known it was on my face from the start—I could feel it.) Then her eyes got big as she swallowed.
“Holy crap! These are amazing! What did you do?”
I cocked my head in confusion. “We just followed the recipe.”
“No, this isn’t the recipe for my frosting.”
I didn’t understand and walked over to the recipe box and pulled the one for cupcake frosting out. “Sure it is.” I handed her the laminated card and said, “See?”
Lainey’s eyes got big. “Where did you find this box?”
I pointed to the cabinet below the counter. “In there.”
She threw her head back and groaned. “Seriously? I’ve spent the last six months quietly cursing Mrs. Riley—she’s the lady I bought the bakery from.
She taught me how to make her croissants, and she swore she left all the recipes, but I couldn’t find them, so I thought she was lying.
But I didn’t have the energy to fight her about it.
I can’t believe they were just in a cupboard.
I swear we looked everywhere. Now I feel bad for not believing her. ”
“Maybe you could bake her a pie or something,” I suggested.
Lainey chuckled as she flipped through the recipes in the box. “Nah. She doesn’t know I didn’t believe her. Like I said, I never pursued it. But this is amazing. I can’t wait to try some of these recipes.”
Alan gestured toward the box. “You need to make a digital copy of everything.”
“I completely agree.” She looked over at me and said, “You want a few hours of overtime?”
I hesitated and she added, “It doesn’t have to be today; just in the next week or so.”
“Then, yes. I’d love that.”
“Great. I’m headed home.” She turned to leave, then looked back at Alan and me. “And you’re forgiven for…” she motioned toward the two of us. “Whatever it was I just walked in on. But keep it professional in the future, people.”
Oh my gosh. I’m so embarrassed.
I wanted the ground to swallow me up right there.
“I’m so sorry, Lainey. We were just joking around and got carried away. It won’t happen again.”
Alan though? He wasn’t contrite at all.
He looked over at her with a smirk and shrugged. “No promises.”
She shot him a look and pointed her finger at him. “We’ll discuss this later,” then spun on her heel and walked out the door.
What did he mean, no promises?
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Alan
Yeah, Lainey and I were going to talk later.
She needed to know that Jess didn’t need forgiveness for anything, and I didn’t care about being “forgiven”.