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Unknown: Cupcake. That will work
“Cupcake?” I asked out loud.
“What?” Gage laughed as he walked closer.
When she added little fire emojis across the screen, I couldn’t help myself. I found the devil grinning wildly emoji and popped two on. When in God’s name had I ever resorted to an emoji on a text?
“Oh, just a game someone is playing with me,” I answered.
“Sounds devious. A girl?”
I scratched my head, laughing. “I think so. She said she had icing all over her this morning.”
He coughed, even slapping his hand on his chest. “What? When did this start?”
“Last night. Out of the blue.”
“Ooh-la-la. What’s her name?”
“Cupcake.” I liked that very much in truth. No real names, no real descriptions at this point. I wasn’t the rich and savvy catch every mother wanted their daughter to marry. I was just a regular guy. I must have had a bewildered or sexual expression on my face given the look my brother was giving me.
“You like this girl and you don’t know her real name?”
Shrugging, I shoved my phone into my jacket pocket. I’d almost worn ugly board shorts and a Hawaiian polo just to piss Dad off. The silly club was old-fashioned enough it still had a dress code. “Let’s just say I explored not one but two five-knuckle shuffles last night and they were hot as fuck.”
“Let’s just hope when you meet her you can say the same thing about her.”
“Who says I intend on meeting her? There is something very sexy about a clandestine and very mysterious experience with a woman.”
“Sure. You’re the man who once shouted to a reporter you were the kind of man who took what he wanted. I’ll give you three days tops and you’ll insist on meeting her.”
“You might be surprised.”
“Only if you win the bet,” Gage said as he shut his briefcase, yanking it off his assistant’s desk and heading toward the exit.
“We’re betting now?”
“You bet.”
I had to laugh. He was likely right. What did I have to lose in meeting her?
I wasn’t into melodramatics and there were a hell of a lot of things I would enjoy more than spending a dreadful lunch with my father at his stodgy club. However, even at my age I couldn’t ignore him forever. He had a way of getting under my skin.
Like toxin.
As I strode into the dining facility, I felt even more disgruntled than usual. I felt an ultimatum coming on. Before entering my father’s favorite dining area, I pulled out my phone once again.
Me: What flavor icing?
I was surprised when she answered quickly. I’d even added her number to my contact list using Cupcake.
Cupcake: What flavors do you like, Lone Ranger?
Me: Anything wickedly delicious.
Cupcake: I’m still covered in four different flavors. All of them are wicked.
Me: Maybe I should help you by licking them off.
