Page 39 of Flaunt
Ding!
Maddox: He’s standing in my kitchen.
I gasp. “You traitor.”
Jess: Keep him there.
“What did you do?” Maddox asks, grinning.
“You know what?” I ask, side-eyeing the door. “I’m going to stay right here. Since you just sold me out, the blood can spill all over your floor and you can clean it up.”
Ashley shakes her head. “I told you he was plotting something, Sara.”
“I wasn’tplotting something,” I say. “I was preparing to execute a—fuck.”
Jess must have jogged from the front door to the kitchen because it takes him all of one second to appear. I hop around the island so it’s between me and the doorway.Shit’s about to get real.
“Hey,” I say, smiling at him. “How was your evening?”
He narrows his eyes. “I’m going to kill you.”
“What did he do?” Maddox asks.
Jess and I stare at each other. The longer it continues, the more amusing it gets. The more amused I become, the angrier he gets.It’s a vicious cycle.
“What did I do?” I ask, smirking. “Jess wasn’t a fan of the big cock.”
Sara snorts.
“I got him a bunch of little cocks instead,” I say.
Jess turns to Maddox. “He fucking bought a dozen baby chickens and put them in my bathtub.”
Maddox and Ashley burst out laughing. Sara grabs a pillow and covers her face.
“Twelve?” I ask, my forehead wrinkling. “There should’ve been thirteen.”
Jess’s head whips back to me. “There are twelve. We counted.”
I grimace. “So did I. I actually got a deal on a baker’s dozen because the girl working at the farm supply store thought I was a cutie.” I shrug. “Her words, not mine.”
“What,the actual fuck, am I supposed to do with a dozen fucking chickens, Banks? What were you thinking?”
“I was thinking that you’d relate more to baby cocks. I was trying to do you a favor.”
He leans forward, planting his hands on the island. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Me? What’s wrong with you? I gave you a perfectly good giant chicken, and you put my name on the Golden Years Dating app, and I still have women on retirement pensions calling my phone leaving me really filthy messages that make me uncomfortable.”
Sara giggles.
I turn to her. “You—hush.”
She lifts her brows and points at me. “You have enough problems on your hands tonight. Don’t start with me.”
“Don’t startwith you?” I ask, unable to keep from bantering with her.My God, she’s gorgeous. “How did your date go this afternoon?”
She smirks. “It went amazingly well.”
