“I think you already know the answer to the second date question.”
“You’re really cocky. I never noticed it when you were in the Santa suit, but now in dockers and a T-shirt, it’s very distinctive.”
“I prefer confident. I know you had a good time.”
I dropped my voice. “Because I screamed your name a few times.”
“Well that and the goofy smile you can’t seem to wipe off your face.” Damn my lack of a poker face. I immediately removed any hint of a smile, offering him deadpan.
“Why’d you move to the states?”
Before responding, he reached for his glass and downed his mandarin mimosa. “I got accepted to MIT in Massachusetts.”
“Smarty pants.”
“After college I made connections and just decided to stay.”
“What about your brother and sister?”
“They’re still both in Ottawa.”
I tried unsuccessfully to suppress a laugh.
“What’s so funny?”
“The way you say Ottawa I could really clock the Canadian accent.”
“Okay Minnesota, don’t do too much.”
“I don’t have an accent.”
“Oh for sure, you betcha.” He performed a poor rendition of a Minnesota accent.
“Okay Canuk, I don’t knowaboutthat.” I winked.
“Well now you’re just being an arse.”
He was right a second date was a sure thing because when I was with him, I couldn’t stop smiling. After breakfast, he didn’t drive back to his apartment, instead getting on the freeway in the opposite direction.
“Where are we going?” I tapped on the touchscreen, lowering the volume on Donny Hathaway “This Christmas.”
“I’m taking you to a class.” Kris turned the volume louder, using the controls on his steering wheel, singing along.
I yelled over Donny’s silky-smooth vocals. “If you’re talking about exercise or yoga, I will open this passenger door and roll to freedom.”
Kris clicked the door locks. “Nope. We’re going to learn to decorate cookies.”
“Wait, isn’t that one of your bucket list items?”
“Yeah.” He was still humming under his breath.
“And you want to do that with me?”
“Yes. I had a class already scheduled today, so I just called and added you.”
Did you hear that? That was the sound of my vagina transforming into a raging river.I had been wet since he exited the elevator at 6:03 last night. And despite my best efforts, everything this man said or did turned my girl into a water park attraction. A shiver tripped up my spine as I recalled the early hours of the morning in which he stretched me out and reminded me what good dick felt like.
The cookie decorating class was held at a bakery called Bad Bakers, a shop I’d seen featured on the news for their delectable treats. As we got settled at our stations, the instructor with long, honey blonde box braids greeted the class. “Welcome to Bad Bakers. Shout out to our fellas in attendance. Great to see you husbands and boyfriends joining in the Christmas cookie excitement. I promise you’ll have fun and you get to eat cookies after.”
