“Sometimes, but I don’t know. I don’t want to worry about the money, then I end up regretting it. I love to bake, and I don’t want to lose that.”
“I feel you. I felt the same way about tattooing, but I knew I had to have my own shop. I refused to work under someone else.”
“But you made it work.”
I let Munch decide the cake we would make, and she decided on a yellow cake. I wasn’t sure which kind of frosting she wanted, so I got two different kinds.
“Before we go any further, I need to ask you a question.”
I passed her the bowl with the eggs in it.
“I’m listening.”
“Buttercream or cream cheese frosting?” She crossed her arms over her chest and faced me.
“Why do you look like you’ll leave depending on my answer?”
“Because I will. Now, which one?”
I thought about it for a second. I even looked at the two jars on the counter. I never really thought about it since I wasn’t a big cake eater, and I just ate whatever was there.
“Um, buttercream.” I hesitated.
Munch smiled and wiped imaginary sweat from her forehead. “Whew, I thought you were going to say the other. This relationship would have to end before it even started.” She laughed and went back to mixing the cake batter.
“You ain’t leaving, Munch. I’m gonna need you to get that through your head. You are mine, sweetheart.” She yelped when I smacked her on the ass.
She didn’t even have a rebuttal, because she knew I was right.
When the batter was mixed, she moved it to a pan and stuck it in the oven. I poured each of us a drink, and we sat at the island while we waited for the cake.
“Are we just going to have cake and liquor?” Munch asked with a giggle.
“I probably should get some real food, huh? I don’t want you to get drunk and take advantage of me.”
Munch’s laughter was louder than usual, but I was okay with that.
“Me, taking advantage of you?” she asked as she pointed at her chest. “I think it’s the other way around.”
“Don’t say that shit. We both are consenting adults.”
I knew what she meant, but I knew how others could misconstrue what she said if they ever heard her.
She traced the head and body of my viper tattoo, and goosebumps filled my arms. I smirked at the blue nail polish on her nails.
“I like your nail polish.”
She looked down at her fingers, then back at me. She lifted the corner of her mouth into a smile.
“You did say you want to see them wrapped around your dick.” She reached down and squeezed my dick through my pants. “But we do need food.”
My little Munch was a freak.
I pushed her hand away. “You better stop before you don’t get to eat.”
Munch put her hands on her lap as she laughed.
I shook my head and pulled out my phone, then passed it to her so she could order whatever she wanted. Once she ordered enough for both of us, I put my phone on the counter and grabbed some water. I figured we would wait until after we ate before we drank anything else.
