Punching in my code for the lobby, I entered the warmth of the building. Pressing the up arrow for the elevator, I nodded in agreement of her assessment of Chad’s possible kissing skills. “I mean, his name is Chad. Enough said. But seriously, if an alpha can’t kiss I have no use for them.”
“Fact,” she agreed. “I’m sorry tonight was a bust. I really thought you might be a good fit.”
“Ugh, let’s agree to not fix each other up. There is nothing wrong with being single.”
“Fuck, I hope my brother doesn’t invite any of his single friends to dinner tomorrow,” Sadie whined. “Imma sit at the kids table and hide.”
“You’re like child size so no one will probably even notice.”
“Fuck you,” she laughed, knowing it was true.
“Okay, I’m home.” The elevator dinged and the doors opened on my floor. Walking towards my door, I punched in the door code. It was really convenient not having to worry about keys. Though I did sometimes forget to check the batteries until my door was screaming at me that the batteries were low, and then had to hurry and get maintenance to come change them.
“See you Monday,” she told me. “Have a great holiday and tell your parents hi from me. Love ya!”
“Love you, even if you tried to fix me up on the worst date ever,” I teased, opening the door then freezing, when I caught sight of the way-too-sexy-for-my-own good silver haired elf stretched out on my too short for him couch.
Somehow in my haste to escape my date, it hadn’t even registered that Bal whining about my snacks meant he was already at my apartment.
Kendrick
Past…
Grumpy Elf:Keegan said you’re not coming for Thanksgiving this year. Your short notice has messed up my schedule.
Me:So sorry my cold fucked with your schedule.
Grumpy Elf:I’m sensing sarcasm in that sentence.
Me:Your Spidey senses are spot on as usual.Half my class is sick and they decided to share for once.
Grumpy Elf:Well, I guess I’ll find something to do at the workshop since I don’t have to take time out of my very busy schedule to come to the human realm and fetch you.
Me:Consider it my early Christmas present to you. Don’t say I never gave you anything.
Grumpy Elf:…
Grumpy Elf:…
Grumpy Elf:Take care of yourself, Kendrick.
Chapter Four
Kendrick
Bal’s extra-long arm was stretched out, pointing the remote at the TV, as he desperately tried to either change the channel or turn it off.
Ending the call, I shut the door behind me. “You’d better not have been watching the newest episode of Bake Off, because I haven’t watched it yet.”
Balfour sat up, ruffling his long, gorgeous hair with one hand, looking slightly sheepish. “I found Canadian Bake Off. It’s from a few years ago, so I didn’t think you would mind.”
“What? There’s a Canadian Bake Off?” I plopped down on the couch next to him when he sat up, automatically reaching for a handful of the popcorn from the bowl in his lap. “How did we not know about this?”
“Don’t know. But Dan Levy is one of the hosts. At least in the first season.”
“Fuck off! Seriously! I do love me some Dan. Do we have time to watch an episode? I know you have your precious schedule to keep.”
“Actually,” he turned the TV completely off, much to my disappointment, “I needed to talk to you about something.”
