Amber marches over to me, her perfectly polished nail stabbing me in the chest violently. “Take me to her right now!”
“Excuse me?” Both Drac and I share a confused look.
“Now, Rich, before it’s too late.” She pushes me towards the door. “Move.”
“What is wrong with you, woman?” Drac raises a quirked brow. “You’re acting crazy!”
“Do neither of you understand how a business works? Sure, you just helped her out by buying all her stock, but she probably was baking for two or three days before that just to get enough baked goods for her opening. That’s a lot of work, especially for one woman to do alone. Now you’ve gone and bought her out.She’s probably frantically trying to buy more supplies so she can make enough goods for tomorrow. But half her day is already gone, which means she’s going to be pulling an all-nighter just to have something on the shelves tomorrow morning.”
“Fuck, I didn’t mean to do that.”
“Right, so that’s why you need to take me to her right now, Rich. This is a baking emergency!” She quickly gives Giovanni a kiss on the top of his head. “You’re gonna stay with Daddy for a while, okay, Gio?”
He nods eagerly, already grabbing a donut from out of a box. It’s covered in sprinkles. “Okay, Mommy.”
“I may not come home tonight, baby. If my gut is right, this girl is going to need more than just me to get her back up and running tomorrow.” Her glare shreds me to pieces as a bubble of air gets stuck in my throat.
“I didn’t mean to make her life harder, Amber. See, this is what I get for being the nice guy for once. Maybe I’ll stick to being a cold-hearted bastard.”
She rolls her eyes. “Rich, we don’t have time for your self-deprecating bullshit. So shut up and take me to her shop; you’re wasting precious time here.”
She doesn’t wait for me to protest; she just marches out the door, grabbing a few boxes of cookies as she goes.
“Your woman is too damn feisty sometimes, Prez.”
A smile spreads wickedly across Drac’s face. “What can I say? I love a woman whose passion burns like a roaring fireplace on a cold winter’s day.”
“Get the fuck out of here with that poetry bullshit,” I shout, shoving him slightly. “You sound like a pussy.”
He laughs. “I’m just fucking with you, Krampus. I know how much you hate that kind of shit. But honestly, I wouldn’t have her any other way. That feisty side really turns me on.”
“Gross, keep the bedroom talk to a minimum, would you?”
“You need to get laid, my friend. Soon. Before your balls shrivel up and start to wrinkle.”
He slaps me on the shoulder, forcing me to put down the middle finger I throw up like a gang sign. “You better get going. She looks pissed. And a pissed off Amber is not something to trifle with.”
He smirks when I take off into a sprint after her, grabbing Gremlin, who just walked in the door with a cold beer in his hand. “You’re coming with me.”
“Where?” he questions, taking a small sip from the bottle, his eyes nothing but questions and confusion.
“Back to the bakery. Apparently, buying out the chick’s stock was taboo in the baking world. So, we’re gonna fix this shit. You, me, and Amber.”
“Is that why she looked so pissed and stormed out of here ready for war? You really know how to turn off a lady, VP. You should work on it.”
He cries out in pain the second my fist leaves his shoulder, knocking him slightly into the wall. “Just fucking follow me, would ya?”
“Hey now! I’m not the one who bought her out of her stock of goodies, so why am I being drug into this?”
“Because you bought that cinnamon roll, dummy. You started this mess.”
He rolls his eyes. “I already cracked open my beer, though.”
“It can wait.”
“Beer waits for no one, Krampy.”
“So, chug it then.”
