Page 8 of Mitch

“Well, I’ll be damned, if those are really cream puffs in there, I might kiss you,” I teased as he took a seat, setting down the package.

I didn’t miss the blush spreading across his fair cheeks, and my cock twitched again, my mind immediately thinking about other parts of Pretty Boy’s body that would lookso nicewith a little pink tint.

“Well, a deal is a deal, right?” he said, tucking some stray hair behind his ear as he pushed the box toward me.

I smirked as I pushed the lid open, my eyes widening when I saw about a dozen cream puffs stuffed to the brim, their thick pastry cream seeping out of their tiny holes. The scent of vanilla cream and strawberries made my stomach growl again, and my mouth was practically salivating as I took in the sight of the cupcake in the center. The icing was whipped, sprinkled with bits of strawberries and red syrupy sauce that dripped down the sides. Even though it was in a cardboard box, the presentation was still gorgeous.

I glanced up at Penn, who was watching me intently. I pulled out a cream puff, plopping it into my mouth, if only to quiet my stomach and my damn erection.

It was fucking amazing.

“Mmmmm,” I groaned as the sweetness of the pastry cream hit my tongue.

“Glad to see I can please your sweet tooth,” he said with a shy smile.

I went for another cream puff, because sue me, they were delicious.

“Too bad I left my camera at home, your little tableau is quite creative.”

I watched as his smile spread wide from the praise, and that didn’t help the matter of my unruly erection one bit.

It would appear my little Cream Puff likes praise. Well noted.

“Oh, I, uh, the cupcake was a last minute thing. I wasn’t sure if you were a vanilla guy, or?—”

“Oh, I assure you, Penn, I am not vanilla in any shape of the word,” I said with a smirk, wiping some stray cream off of my lips.

I watched with interest as Penn’s entire face turned a shade of red I’d only ever seen on fire hydrants, and he physicallysquirmedin his seat.

He cleared his throat, and I couldn’t help but grin.

Oh, this is going to be fun.

“Penn? Penn Baker, is that you?” a saccharine voice disturbed our bubble.

I watched as the color drained from Penn’s face and his eyes widened in fear.

“A... Amy... Hi...” he said as he crossed his legs, his entire bodytensingat the sight of her. He looked up at her, swallowing harshly.

She was average height with short blonde hair, a round face, and deepbrown eyes. She was also dressed in a tight, low-cut red dress and black boots, and looked like she could pass as Penn’s Disney Channel co-star.

She looked familiar, but I couldn’t place her. Then again, in my line of work, sometimes people just blended together.

Amy tucked her hair behind her ear as she coyly made eyes at my Cream Puff, and a spark of jealousy fired inside of me.

Which was irrational, right?

I barely evenknewthe guy...

“Amy, this is...”

“Mitchell DeVille, I know who you are,” she said with a giggle.

I leaned back casually in my seat, catching her gaze.

“And you would be...” I drawled.

“Penn and I dated for a semester in college.”

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