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Gabe looks at me a moment longer and then leaves, too, pulling his phone from his back pocket.

I turn to Margo as soon as the doors swing shut.

“What’s next? Taste test?” I ask hopefully.

“Not yet.”

My shoulders sag. “Then what?”

“I need to frost them.”

I freeze, remembering the wish I claimed.

“The black-frosting rose?” I ask softly.

That’s her wish. To be worshipped while she makes an intricate black-frosting rose.

Margo’s eyes snap to mine, her cheeks flushed again.

“N-not yet.”

“Then when?” I take a step forward. “Marcus and Gabe already got their shot.”

“Marcus hasn’t fulfilled my wish.”

“Yet,” I point out.

She blows out a breath. “I guess better now than when all the other volunteers are here.”

I smirk. “What’s the matter? Don’t have an exhibitionist kink? Could have fooled me.”

“Don’t,” she warns, but there’s no bite in it.

“What did Marcus do?” I murmur. “Did he taste your pretty pussy, princess?”

Margo looks up at me, refusing to answer, brown eyes sparkling.

I step ever closer and Margo doesn’t back up.

She tilts her chin up as if expecting me to kiss her again but I stop in my tracks.

Margo pouts.

“Turn around. Frost the last batch of cupcakes.”

Margo shakes her head. “Not the rose. Not for a test batch.”

I blow out a breath. “Did I say it was for the rose? Turn. Around.”

My voice goes low and authoritative, and she keeps looking at me for only a moment before she obeys.

A slow grin spreads across my face at her obedience. I stand behind her as she puts the frosting in a piping bag.

Marcus and Gabe had their shot.

Now it’s my turn.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN