"Ladies & gentlemen! Welcome to the 5th Annual Colonial Cupcake Wars finals! After weeks of anticipation, we're down to our remaining chefs, the super sweet Anastasia Dualla & her team from Dee's Sweets and the king of charm, Samuel T. Anders from Sugar Pyramids. The two teams will only have 30 minutes to …"
"This is SUCH bullshit," Kara huffed as she turned off the feed. "I can't frakking believe we didn't make it to the finals. The whole thing is rigged. I'm willing to bet 100 cubits that that jock-turned-chef is banging that old judge, Laura whats-her-face. There's NO WAY his pink marshmallow frosting beats mine."
"Kara …" Lee said patiently as he tried to grab the remote.
She pulled away and started walking back to the kitchen, yelling over her shoulder. "Don't 'Kara' me Lee. You know I'm right. C'mon, admit it. You seriously think that ex-girlfriend of yours makes a better Ambrosia lemon cupcake? You taught her everything she knows!"
Lee followed slowly, admiring the way her black lace underwear peaked out the top of her jeans. They’d been eliminated from the competition last night and had gotten good and drunk before coming over to his place. One drunken food fight and two tubs of vanilla strawberry icing later, they’d passed out on his couch sticky and sated.
He walked in the kitchen and leaned against the door frame, watching as she measured out ingredients, frowning in concentration. Her lithe frame, the way her blond hair swayed with every move, and her hands as she expertly mixed the flour and sugar just mesmerized him. When she absently licked some icing off her finger, Lee felt it right in his groin and with a moan, walked over and grabbed her from behind.
Nuzzling her neck, he reached over and dipped a finger in the mix. “I have an idea. Why don’t we just forget about those two hacks and see if you can teach me something new today?”
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Loot Part 3
Date: 2011-04-10 12:49 pm (UTC)"Ladies & gentlemen! Welcome to the 5th Annual Colonial Cupcake Wars finals! After weeks of anticipation, we're down to our remaining chefs, the super sweet Anastasia Dualla & her team from Dee's Sweets and the king of charm, Samuel T. Anders from Sugar Pyramids. The two teams will only have 30 minutes to …"
"This is SUCH bullshit," Kara huffed as she turned off the feed. "I can't frakking believe we didn't make it to the finals. The whole thing is rigged. I'm willing to bet 100 cubits that that jock-turned-chef is banging that old judge, Laura whats-her-face. There's NO WAY his pink marshmallow frosting beats mine."
"Kara …" Lee said patiently as he tried to grab the remote.
She pulled away and started walking back to the kitchen, yelling over her shoulder. "Don't 'Kara' me Lee. You know I'm right. C'mon, admit it. You seriously think that ex-girlfriend of yours makes a better Ambrosia lemon cupcake? You taught her everything she knows!"
Lee followed slowly, admiring the way her black lace underwear peaked out the top of her jeans. They’d been eliminated from the competition last night and had gotten good and drunk before coming over to his place. One drunken food fight and two tubs of vanilla strawberry icing later, they’d passed out on his couch sticky and sated.
He walked in the kitchen and leaned against the door frame, watching as she measured out ingredients, frowning in concentration. Her lithe frame, the way her blond hair swayed with every move, and her hands as she expertly mixed the flour and sugar just mesmerized him. When she absently licked some icing off her finger, Lee felt it right in his groin and with a moan, walked over and grabbed her from behind.
Nuzzling her neck, he reached over and dipped a finger in the mix. “I have an idea. Why don’t we just forget about those two hacks and see if you can teach me something new today?”
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