length
of Angel's foot's arch. Her bedroom sigh served as a lick on his now rock hard
dick. "Damn it."
"Did I--"
"No." Dylan held on to Angel's
foot when she tried to pull it off his lap. "I just remembered something."
Through his peripheral view, he could see Tony grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Fuck. Tony knew. Slowly, he looked at his cousin and gave him a silent warning.
The silly ass laughed.
"As your guide, it is also my job to
make sure you don't hibernate in your room."
"Grandpa told you that?"
"Kind of."
"Manfred is still worried about me. I
already told him that I would not kill myself over my humiliation. I'm not that
weak. He can't protect me forever."
"No. But he will try anyway."
"Hey, Angel. Want us to teach your
boyfriend a lesson?"
"He is not my boyfriend. At least not
anymore. And no thank you. You don't have to get involved. My friend Bianca has
already put a curse on him."
"What curse?"
"Shrinkage."
Dylan and Tony both snorted.
"Angel, that's not a curse. Shrinkage
happens when it's cold or if a man's afraid or something."
"Really? It's always cold here in
Seattle. Raining all the time. So you two--"
"Hell, no!"
"Fuck, no!"
Tony and Dylan said simultaneously.
Angel's delicious slim body shook from
laughing.
Time to change the subject. If this dick
topic went on for another minute, he'd really put himself in a more
embarrassing situation. As it was, he was having a hard time shrinking his
throbbing dick. "Aren't you going to eat your cake?"
"Your hands made me forget about the
cake."
"Told you he's a charmer. He's also
good in using his--"
"Shut the fuck up, Tony. Aren't you supposed
to start preparing lunch?"
Dylan tossed the wet towel in the bucket. "I
was just telling Angel that you are quite an expert in--"
"Get up, toad, or you'd rather I glue
your ass on that chair."
"Yeah, yeah. Excuse me, Angel. Boss
wants me to go back to work."
"Thanks for the frappuccino and cake.
How much do I owe you?"
"Three kisses."
"Okay. Put it on my tab."
"I will, kitten."
Angel laughed. However, as soon as Tony
disappeared behind the kitchen door, Angel's laughter disappeared, too. She
just stared at Dylan as she sipped her drink. "Listening to you and Tony
talk is like watching Robert De Niro's mafia movie."
"Did we offend you?"
"No. I like De Niro." She put her
drink down and took the small see-through plastic box. "I shouldn't eat
this."
"Why?"
"It's rude. I'm the only one with a
cake. Wait, we can share. Here." She opened the box and forked a big piece
of cake. "You take a bite first."
"What?" he asked incredulously.
"I don't have cooties and I brush and
floss my teeth three times a day. No cavities, no plaque, or tartar. No Hepatitis
B. You're safe with me." She offered the cake to him with her brows
wiggling. "Come on."
Dylan smiled. Angel, he figured, would say
whatever she had in mind. What was up with this woman and trusting people?
Fine, she had a clean mouth, but how could she be sure that he was clean? Did
it ever occur to her that he might be a Hepatitis B carrier?
"What's up with the intense stare?"
"You just walked in not even an hour
ago, openly expressed your dislike about me, and now you want to share your
cake with me?"
"You want a different fork?"
Dylan shook his head. "Sharing a fork
is fine. But why? You don't even like me." No, sharing a fork would be as
close as kissing. They'd be sharing saliva, for God's sakes.
"Well if you are going to be my guide
for a month, we need to get along, don't you think?"
"Right."
"So, no problem then. Besides, you're
Manfred's friend. He wouldn't send me here if you couldn't be trusted."
"You're not afraid if I have
tuberculosis or Aids?"
"You need health clearance to run a
place like this, right? So you're clean. Just take the bite."
"Angel," he sighed her name.
"Dylan," she mimicked, smiling.
Good fucking God. Dylan couldn't smile back. His dick just got harder and
screaming to get out of his pants. "This is unusually
of Angel's foot's arch. Her bedroom sigh served as a lick on his now rock hard
dick. "Damn it."
"Did I--"
"No." Dylan held on to Angel's
foot when she tried to pull it off his lap. "I just remembered something."
Through his peripheral view, he could see Tony grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Fuck. Tony knew. Slowly, he looked at his cousin and gave him a silent warning.
The silly ass laughed.
"As your guide, it is also my job to
make sure you don't hibernate in your room."
"Grandpa told you that?"
"Kind of."
"Manfred is still worried about me. I
already told him that I would not kill myself over my humiliation. I'm not that
weak. He can't protect me forever."
"No. But he will try anyway."
"Hey, Angel. Want us to teach your
boyfriend a lesson?"
"He is not my boyfriend. At least not
anymore. And no thank you. You don't have to get involved. My friend Bianca has
already put a curse on him."
"What curse?"
"Shrinkage."
Dylan and Tony both snorted.
"Angel, that's not a curse. Shrinkage
happens when it's cold or if a man's afraid or something."
"Really? It's always cold here in
Seattle. Raining all the time. So you two--"
"Hell, no!"
"Fuck, no!"
Tony and Dylan said simultaneously.
Angel's delicious slim body shook from
laughing.
Time to change the subject. If this dick
topic went on for another minute, he'd really put himself in a more
embarrassing situation. As it was, he was having a hard time shrinking his
throbbing dick. "Aren't you going to eat your cake?"
"Your hands made me forget about the
cake."
"Told you he's a charmer. He's also
good in using his--"
"Shut the fuck up, Tony. Aren't you supposed
to start preparing lunch?"
Dylan tossed the wet towel in the bucket. "I
was just telling Angel that you are quite an expert in--"
"Get up, toad, or you'd rather I glue
your ass on that chair."
"Yeah, yeah. Excuse me, Angel. Boss
wants me to go back to work."
"Thanks for the frappuccino and cake.
How much do I owe you?"
"Three kisses."
"Okay. Put it on my tab."
"I will, kitten."
Angel laughed. However, as soon as Tony
disappeared behind the kitchen door, Angel's laughter disappeared, too. She
just stared at Dylan as she sipped her drink. "Listening to you and Tony
talk is like watching Robert De Niro's mafia movie."
"Did we offend you?"
"No. I like De Niro." She put her
drink down and took the small see-through plastic box. "I shouldn't eat
this."
"Why?"
"It's rude. I'm the only one with a
cake. Wait, we can share. Here." She opened the box and forked a big piece
of cake. "You take a bite first."
"What?" he asked incredulously.
"I don't have cooties and I brush and
floss my teeth three times a day. No cavities, no plaque, or tartar. No Hepatitis
B. You're safe with me." She offered the cake to him with her brows
wiggling. "Come on."
Dylan smiled. Angel, he figured, would say
whatever she had in mind. What was up with this woman and trusting people?
Fine, she had a clean mouth, but how could she be sure that he was clean? Did
it ever occur to her that he might be a Hepatitis B carrier?
"What's up with the intense stare?"
"You just walked in not even an hour
ago, openly expressed your dislike about me, and now you want to share your
cake with me?"
"You want a different fork?"
Dylan shook his head. "Sharing a fork
is fine. But why? You don't even like me." No, sharing a fork would be as
close as kissing. They'd be sharing saliva, for God's sakes.
"Well if you are going to be my guide
for a month, we need to get along, don't you think?"
"Right."
"So, no problem then. Besides, you're
Manfred's friend. He wouldn't send me here if you couldn't be trusted."
"You're not afraid if I have
tuberculosis or Aids?"
"You need health clearance to run a
place like this, right? So you're clean. Just take the bite."
"Angel," he sighed her name.
"Dylan," she mimicked, smiling.
Good fucking God. Dylan couldn't smile back. His dick just got harder and
screaming to get out of his pants. "This is unusually
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