Page 84 of Undeniably Corrupt
“Have you not met my mother?” I parry back at her. “And as I recall, we baked cookies several times together.”
“I only remember once, and we burned them.”
I was hoping she’d remember that. “That’s because my tongue was between your thighs, and you were so loud we didn’t hear the timer go off on my phone.”
She blushes but forces a scowl.
“But since that won’t be happening right now, I think Hazel and I can make some cookies without burning them. That way you can get some work done.”
“What about your work?”
“I was too busy staring at my pretty roommate to get anything done. Might as well bake.”
“Why are you being nice to me?”
“Because you gave me your p-u-s-s-y this morning.” I spell out the word and laugh as she rolls her eyes. “I’m kidding. Relax. It’s a snow day. It’s what you’re supposed to do. I’ve baked with Rory a million times.”
“A million times?” she questions dubiously.
“Okay. Not a million times. But her aunt Wren bakes with her all the time, and I help sometimes. Come on. It’s a win-win for everyone.”
She studies me, uncertainty and something else I can’t quite name warring within her. “If you’re sure, that would be great.”
“I’m sure.”
She spins back around to Hazel, who has been watching our back and forth with the avid attention of someone watching the final round of Wimbledon. “Do you want to bake cookies with Vander?”
Hazel cautiously nods, hope simmering in her blue eyes. At least she finally stopped having the kid call me Mr. Vander.
“Okay. You can bake with him. But be polite and?—”
“She’ll be great. I’ve got her. Go in the other room and get your work finished.”
I wave to Hazel, who comes running at me while Liora watches us, even as she stands and picks up her laptop. I give her my back as I pick up Hazel and sit her tiny butt down on the counter, making sure she’s safe while I go and grab our ingredients.
“Do you want music?” I ask her.
She nods.
“K.” I grab my phone and pull up Disney Radio on my music app.
“Disney Radio?” Liora calls from the other room. “Are you trying to make my ovaries explode?”
“Huh?” I call back, my brows scrunched as I take out the brown sugar.
“I’m still trying to hate you.”
I chuckle. “Keep working on that, baby.”
“I will, thanks. Why don’t you have an Alexa like everyone else in the world?”
“Because I don’t like bot devices, or any devices for that matter, listening. Now shut up and do your work.”
“That wasn’t nice words,” Hazel reprimands me, and I flip back around.
“You’re right. I’m sorry.”
“Tell Mommy you’re sorry.”
