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“You’re always truthful with me!”

“Not on the first date, I wasn’t,” Calum shot back. “I told you I was a football player to try to impress you. I’ve never played football in my life.”

“I didn’t know that!” I gave him the most affronted look I could muster. “I gave you a blowjob that night because I thought you were a jock!”

“Have you ever seen me play football?”

I stared at him long and hard. “No, now that I think about it.” I gave him a playful shove, laughing at the absurdity of it all. “I can’t believe you lied to me!”

“I guess that explains why you got off so fast that night.”

“Look here you little fucker,” I grinned, pushing Calum up against the wall of the elevator.

“Ooh. I like where this is going. Scold me, Daddy.”

The elevator dinged as we came to a stop at the bottom floor and I stepped away from him, straightening my shirt.

“Your dick is showing,” I said, pointing at the noticeable bulge in his pants. “Let’s not scare Sam away before we even open our mouths.”

“Maybe this is how I pick guys up,” he said, grabbing his cock.

“I don’t think Sam is that kind of guy.”

“I saw the books he reads,” Calum grinned. “Believe me, he’s into it.”

The doors slid open and I took a deep breath.

“Alright… here we go.”

Together we stepped out into the lobby. Behind the front desk, as always, was Sam with a book in his hand. This one, however, looked like a fantasy novel and not his usual dime-store smut paperback. There was a red dragon on the front and a buff shirtless guy holding a sword aloft. However, instead of a damsel at his feet, there was another man, but thinner and nearly naked. So, it looked likemaybeit was still smut, but with dragons this time.

At least he was consistent.

Sam looked up the moment we stepped into the lobby, his expression shifting to exasperation before he corrected into an uninterested smile.

“Good afternoon,” he said, going back to his book before we could reply.

“Hey,” I said, stepping up to the desk with Calum tight at my side. “I’m sorry to bug you…”

Sam looked up again, a fake customer service smile on his lips.

“But we were wondering if we could have dinner a little early tonight?”

“Yeah,” Sam replied, a touch of irritation in his voice. “I could do that I guess.”

“We’re more than happy to help,” Calum added. “Put us to work.”

“Well, if I’m gonna have help in the kitchen, then we’ll just make enough for everyone tonight.” He slid a bookmark into his book and placed it under the desk. “Are you offering to help make dinner for everyone? It’s a big job.”

“Yes,” I replied. “We’d love to help you.”

Sam shook his head in disbelief, but he got off his chair and waved for us to follow. “Come on then. I have lots of potatoes that need to be peeled and vegetables to chop.”

Calum glanced up at me, his eyebrows raised questioningly. I gave him a nod in return. We had Sam to ourselves for the next hour or more, most likely while we helped him cook. Granted, neither of us knew a damn thing about kitchens. Being next in line at our respective packs meant neither of us had ever cooked a meal. But then again, how hard could it be? They had teenagers working at fast-food places, so it didn’t require anything special, right?

I didn’t know I could be so wrong.

“Motherfucker!” I yelled twenty minutes later for the third time. I pulled my finger back, placing the bleeding tip into my mouth. “Goddammit!”

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