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weird. You don't
know me. At all."
"You know, my friend Bianca said that if you spit
in your dog's mouth, he or she will be loyal to you forever."
"So?"
"If we share this cake, we'll be good friends."
"You're friend a loony or something."
"No. She's superstitious and believes in oldwives
tales."
"Well, what you just said about spitting is just
that. An oldwives tale."
Dylan
stared at Angel. What an interesting woman. "Just one."
"Okie dokie."
Without taking his eyes off Angel, he opened
his mouth and took the bite. "Zhaanks," he said.
"You're welcome."
One bite turned into two and then three
until they finished the slice of cake. The weird thing was, he wished the cake
was as big as the moon so Angel would keep on feeding him.
What the hell. This woman is dangerous!
He rubbed the ball of her feet before
lowering them on the floor. "Feel better?"
"Yes. Thank you. You can clean wounds,
massage feet. Anything you can't do?"
"Lots of things."
"Such as?"
"I can't fly."
"You're silly. Come on…you can't do,
what?"
"You're nosy." Dylan leaned back
on his chair and crossed his arms against his chest.
"I know. Just give me one thing that
you can't do and I'll leave you alone."
"I can't watch a movie without falling
asleep."
"Wow. You're like Manfred. A lousy
movie date."
A lousy date, my ass. Dylan leaned forward, his forearms resting on his
thighs. "Miss Angel McCready, I am anything but a lousy date."
"I didn't say you're a lousy date in
general--only when watching a movie."
"Not even in theaters. Just so you
know, when I'm with a woman, there is no dull time between us. It doesn't
matter where we are."
Angel swallowed visibly and a faint red hue
appeared on her cheeks. Now he got her attention. Ha! No woman could claim that
he was a lousy lover.
"Well, you made your point." She
avoided his gaze by looking at the door that led to the kitchen. "Does Tony
work someplace else or is cooking here is his only job?"
"This is his only job."
"I hope you're paying him well."
"He's a lucky millionaire. He can work
for free if he wants."
"No way! How lucky?"
"His stepdad bought shares from
Microsoft in the eighties. Tony inherited the money."
"Wow. But he's working here as a cook
and letting you bully him?"
"I do not bully him."
Angel laughed and joy shone in her eyes. No
one would ever think that she suffered from great pain because of her ex-fiancé.
"You just did."
"That's how we treat each other. It's
normal. And I don't care if he's got money coming out of his ears. He works
here as a cook so he must function as a cook."
"Wow. A millionaire working as a cook.
Can't beat that. I wonder what it would be like to make love with a
millionaire."
Dylan almost choked on his own spit. Jesus. Couldn't
this woman filter her thoughts? "I think the man's bank account has
nothing to do with how good he performs in bed."
"Good point. But I'm sure sleeping with
a millionaire is kind of like dating a high school jock or in your case a
homecoming queen."
"I don't know. I never really paid
attention to the cheerleaders or queens when I was in high school. You know, money
has nothing to do with pleasures in bed. If your millionaire has a dick as long
as my thumb, you won't get satisfaction. If you made love with a peon who could
reach your womb with his seven inch dick, baby, I think he's worth a try."
The color on Angel's cheeks turned dark red.
He shouldn't have said what he said, but fuck it, he was talking to her, and
she was thinking about making love with a millionaire? That's a fucking insult.
Although, why he should care about her question was beyond him.
"You're crude."
"We already established that earlier.
Just so you know, women like rough and tough kind of men."
Angel rolled her eyes. "If Tony's a
millionaire, what is he doing here?"
"Boredom. Even millionaires get bored. You
probably know that already. After all, you're Manfred's granddaughter. What
does he do to kill time?"
"He makes beautiful bird
know me. At all."
"You know, my friend Bianca said that if you spit
in your dog's mouth, he or she will be loyal to you forever."
"So?"
"If we share this cake, we'll be good friends."
"You're friend a loony or something."
"No. She's superstitious and believes in oldwives
tales."
"Well, what you just said about spitting is just
that. An oldwives tale."
Dylan
stared at Angel. What an interesting woman. "Just one."
"Okie dokie."
Without taking his eyes off Angel, he opened
his mouth and took the bite. "Zhaanks," he said.
"You're welcome."
One bite turned into two and then three
until they finished the slice of cake. The weird thing was, he wished the cake
was as big as the moon so Angel would keep on feeding him.
What the hell. This woman is dangerous!
He rubbed the ball of her feet before
lowering them on the floor. "Feel better?"
"Yes. Thank you. You can clean wounds,
massage feet. Anything you can't do?"
"Lots of things."
"Such as?"
"I can't fly."
"You're silly. Come on…you can't do,
what?"
"You're nosy." Dylan leaned back
on his chair and crossed his arms against his chest.
"I know. Just give me one thing that
you can't do and I'll leave you alone."
"I can't watch a movie without falling
asleep."
"Wow. You're like Manfred. A lousy
movie date."
A lousy date, my ass. Dylan leaned forward, his forearms resting on his
thighs. "Miss Angel McCready, I am anything but a lousy date."
"I didn't say you're a lousy date in
general--only when watching a movie."
"Not even in theaters. Just so you
know, when I'm with a woman, there is no dull time between us. It doesn't
matter where we are."
Angel swallowed visibly and a faint red hue
appeared on her cheeks. Now he got her attention. Ha! No woman could claim that
he was a lousy lover.
"Well, you made your point." She
avoided his gaze by looking at the door that led to the kitchen. "Does Tony
work someplace else or is cooking here is his only job?"
"This is his only job."
"I hope you're paying him well."
"He's a lucky millionaire. He can work
for free if he wants."
"No way! How lucky?"
"His stepdad bought shares from
Microsoft in the eighties. Tony inherited the money."
"Wow. But he's working here as a cook
and letting you bully him?"
"I do not bully him."
Angel laughed and joy shone in her eyes. No
one would ever think that she suffered from great pain because of her ex-fiancé.
"You just did."
"That's how we treat each other. It's
normal. And I don't care if he's got money coming out of his ears. He works
here as a cook so he must function as a cook."
"Wow. A millionaire working as a cook.
Can't beat that. I wonder what it would be like to make love with a
millionaire."
Dylan almost choked on his own spit. Jesus. Couldn't
this woman filter her thoughts? "I think the man's bank account has
nothing to do with how good he performs in bed."
"Good point. But I'm sure sleeping with
a millionaire is kind of like dating a high school jock or in your case a
homecoming queen."
"I don't know. I never really paid
attention to the cheerleaders or queens when I was in high school. You know, money
has nothing to do with pleasures in bed. If your millionaire has a dick as long
as my thumb, you won't get satisfaction. If you made love with a peon who could
reach your womb with his seven inch dick, baby, I think he's worth a try."
The color on Angel's cheeks turned dark red.
He shouldn't have said what he said, but fuck it, he was talking to her, and
she was thinking about making love with a millionaire? That's a fucking insult.
Although, why he should care about her question was beyond him.
"You're crude."
"We already established that earlier.
Just so you know, women like rough and tough kind of men."
Angel rolled her eyes. "If Tony's a
millionaire, what is he doing here?"
"Boredom. Even millionaires get bored. You
probably know that already. After all, you're Manfred's granddaughter. What
does he do to kill time?"
"He makes beautiful bird
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