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“Yeah, everyone wins, alpha mine. Everyone wins.”
Chapter 14
Anders
I want to thank you for everything you’ve done for me.
I scanned the text from Brett. Goody, I loved thank-yous of the sexual kind. As I was between jobs and at the hardware store, I couldn’t whip myself out and send him a dick pic. Maybe in the car?
After paying for my purchases lickety split, I tore out to the car. The parking lot was empty of people and only a few cars, none parked nearby, so I hunkered down in the front seat and unzipped my pants.
“Anders, you forgot your angle valves.” Marge’s frantic voice reached through the open window as I snapped a pic.
Shit and double damn. I scooted up and stuck my head out the window so Marge wouldn’t see my length. It was hard to miss ‘cause I was big. I was kinda proud of that. But also, it was stiff and a little hard to hide if she leaned in the window. Yikes, poor Marge!
“Silly me. I was so distracted with work, they slipped my mind.”
“Work, huh?” She handed over my purchases, but as she strode back to the store, she muttered, “Work? Is that what they call it?”
Damn. I peered at my face in the rearview mirror, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Brett would laugh when I told him, or I hoped he would.
I thought better of sending the NSFW image in case my mate was still at work. He should have finished his shift fifteen minutes ago, but it was better to confirm he was out of the hospital before sending him images of my nether region.
Can’t wait. I pressed send.
What would you like to eat?
He was giving me a choice. Yum! Have you left work?
Yes, I just arrived home.
Okay. All systems go. It was too difficult to send a pic of my hole, and if Marge saw me with my naked butt in the air trying to take a photo, I’d have to frequent another hardware store on the other side of Oakheart. But the dick pic I could do.
Brett texted. No peaches?
I’m in the car.
Don’t text and drive. He added a grumpy face emoji.
I’m not.
Fine. I should have explained. I want to cook dinner for you. We can do peaches and eggplants afterward.
Anything re the food. I didn’t want to be prescriptive and tell him to cook steaks when his unicorn might take off and I’d have to leave Snowford and follow them.
It’ll be a surprise. Come over when you finish work.
Can’t wait. I added heart emojis and started the car.
I had to run home at the end of the day and shower, and on the way to Brett’s I picked up vegan chocolate and a bunch of flowers. My mate met me at the door saying we were having soufflé for starters, shrimp for the main meal, and lemon chiffon pie for dessert.
While I was hungry, I secretly hoped we could skip the first two courses and jump to dessert, eating it in bed.
The pie was in the oven, and Brett said he’d make the soufflés and put them in once the pie was cooked.
“How can I help?” I assumed he was making something simple like a stir fry with rice. Seemed like a lot of work, but I appreciated him making the effort for me.
“Beat the egg whites.” I pictured myself using a rotary beater like my mom had as a kid. I was often roped into it when her arms got tired. But Brett had bought handheld electric beaters, so I didn’t have to do much except hold it and watch the peaks form.
