Page 101 of Returning to Everton

His job was slightly harder than Nate’s because we were at work and sadly, he couldn’t distract me with sex like Nate did, but Hudson has never been one to back down from a challenge. We spent the whole day joking and laughing and I completely forgot about everything that could be wrong with me.

Hudson made up this game where we had to guess what the customer would order as soon as they walked in the door. We had to whisper our guess before they made it to the counter. It was all the more entertaining because we didn’t have much time, we just had to spit out our first guess. Every time a customer would leave the counter, we would wait as long as possible before busting out laughing.

Hudson would make up the craziest guesses. He wasn’t even trying to guess their actual order. On more than one occasion I cracked as they got to the counter, and I stood there giggling the whole time they waited for their order. I got a lot of dirty looks for that, but I couldn’t help it. It was Hudson’s fault; he should have gotten the dirty looks but nooo they all came to me.

Last night, they tried to get me to stay home today and ‘relax’ before my appointment, but I told them while that was a lovely sentiment, it would do more harm than good. So, I’m back at work until it’s time to go. Ayden’s here already so we can just leave whenever we’re ready. Hudson and I taught Ayden our game and now the three of us are playing it to keep me distracted again.

The door opens and we all look over to see who it is. It’s a little old man walking with a cane. He’s hunched over so we can’t see his face, but he’s wearing the quintessential old man outfit. Khaki pants, a long sleeve brown plaid shirt with a dark brown flannel vest over it. The look is complete with a brown leather golf hat.

Ayden gets a huge smile on his face and answers first. “A unicorn poop cookie with a penis,” he whispers while the man is just steps away from the door.

I burst out laughing and everyone looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. I think I may have actually scared the poor old man. “Why do I feel like you’ve had that answer saved just waiting for the perfect customer to walk in?” I ask Ayden, still laughing.

He shrugs a shoulder and smirks at me. “No idea what you’re talking about Doll. Ijustthought of that. You don’t think that’s what he wants?” he questions me, barely quiet enough for no one to hear.

The poor old man finally makes it to the counter and Hudson helps him because I’m still giggling at Ayden and the jokester himself is just standing here preening at how amusing I find his answer. The door opens again as the old man walks away with his plain black coffee, and I sober up to get a look at who’s next.

The next customer is a middle-aged woman in a business suit. She looks like she’s running late for work, with her cell phone at her ear and her briefcase in her other hand. “A sprinkled sugar cookie, with a dose of std removal,” I whisper quickly.

Ayden laughs out loud at that, but Hudson is able to suppress his laugh before she makes it to the counter.

“I need a large latte with a dose of energy please,” she orders. Once she gets her drink, she power walks out the door.

We’re having so much fun playing our game, until this hot college guy walks in immediately checking me out. Both Ayden and Hudson give him dirty looks and they start going back and forth ordering the worst things for him.

“An apple cinnamon muffin with a case of burning pee,” Ayden is the first to suggest.

“A hot chocolate that makes his penis burn like someone poured hot sauce on it,” Hudson is quick to rebut.

“A cinnamon roll that covers his penis in dog hair,” Ayden offers.

He’s getting close but I can tell the guys are really just getting started. I hope they stop before he reaches the counter and hears them. They notice this too, so their answers get shorter and come faster.

“An apple fritter that shrinks his penis,” Hudson adds.

“A cappuccino that makes him yell penis licker whenever he thinks about Rowe,” I look at Ayden in surprise when he says that. He just shrugs at me in response.

“A doughnut that gives him impotence any time he thinks of Rowe or anyone that looks like her,” Hudson rushes out before the guy finally makes it to the counter. I had no idea these guys could talk so fast. I shake my head at them and go to take his order but Hudson stops me with a look.

“What do you want?” he snaps at him. I have never seen Hudson be so rude to a customer before. What the hell is their problem?

“Well, I’ll start with a cappuccino,” he tells Hudson. “And end with your number,” he tells me suggestively.

My eyes bug out and I sputter an answer as Ayden makes his cappuccino. “Uhh... thanks but I’m taken. Sorry.”

“You sure? I could show you a good time sweetheart,” he replies.

Oh fuck. You should not have said that kid. “How ‘bout an apple fritter to go with that cappuccino?” Hudson offers.

The kid barely flicks his glance to Hud. “Yeah, sure.”

The guys hand him his order and Hudson takes his money. He gives me one last lingering look along with a smirk that I’m sure he thinks is sexy, but doesn’t hold a candle to any of my guys’. As he’s walking to the door, he takes a sip of his drink. When he opens the door to leave, he looks back at me again like he just can’t help it and yells “Penis Licker!” His eyes bug out and he quickly leaves the bakery.

I turn to see both my guys wearing equally smug expressions. “Oh my god! You didn’t!” I screech at them.

“Didn’t what Rowe?” Ayden asks me innocently and Hudson just raises his eyebrows and tilts his head in question.

“You know damn well what Ayden Carrington! You gave that poor boy the orders you guessed for him!” I shout at them. Ooops. Good thing the bakery is empty.

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