into the kitchen to evaluate what she pulled out of the oven right before answering the door.
She stood in front of the oven, not moving for a little bit too long for everything to be okay. I excused myself from the debate Ryan and Yaz started up over Yanny or Laurel and joined Drew in the kitchen.
“I burnt it,” she whispered.
“I can see that.”
“I don’t want to tell Yaz and Ryan.”
“What’s your plan?” I asked.
“Stand here all night until they get bored and go home?”
I looked over the scorched meat to see if there was any way to save it, but there was no hope. Instead, I swept my arm over the dish and knocked it to the floor, breaking the glass and spilling the contents.
“Oh no, Drew, I’m so sorry. I ruined your perfect dinner.”
She rushed to clean it up before either Yaz or Ryan could see that it was inedible to begin with.
Thank you.
Anything for you.
This mind link was making my dick twitch. Score for intimacy.
“It’s okay, I brought a pizza coupon. I had a sneaking feeling we would need it,” Yaz said, going for her purse. Yaz didn’t need to use coupons for pizza, but Drew had told me that she loved the thrill of getting a good deal. Apparently, she was the type of woman who would load up her online shopping cart with thousands of dollars of high-end makeup, clothes, and shoes but then cancel the whole order because she didn’t want to pay six dollars in shipping.
She dug around for a few minutes before pulling an envelope out of her purse. “Huh, what’s this?” She slipped her finger under the flap, and when she pulled it open, there was a small pop, and suddenly we were all being showered with glitter. We all stood there in shock, assessing the sparkling damage. Yaz started giggling, and soon everyone else had joined in.
“Diego, love, you’re so sparkly!” I looked down at myself and had to take a calming breath.
“Why the hell am I covered in glitter?”
“I’m so sorry. I completely forgot that Daddy put this in my purse. Sometimes he likes to get kinky with the craft supplies and…”
So, this wasn’t just any glitter. This was kinky sex glitter.
“Can I call him Edward Cullen from now on?” Ryan asked Drew in a low whisper. “I mean, look at him. He’s a sparkly vampire.” Drew elbowed him in the side.
“Daddy likes to cover my kitty with glitter and take photos of it,” Yaz explained, as if it were normal to talk about at dinner parties.
“Come on, glitter boy. Let’s get you cleaned up,” Drew said while grabbing my arm and dragging me toward the bathroom. It wasn’t until we were behind the closed door that she burst out laughing.
“You’re a sparkly vampire, Diego,” she whispered between harsh laughter. I started stripping out of my suit, sending the craft herpes to the floor. She wouldn’t be laughing for long. This shit was going to be all over her apartment until the end of time.
“I resent that,” I growled as she helped me out of my pants and trailed a finger on the waistband of my underwear. I grabbed her wrist.
“I suggest you keep your hands to yourself, Drew. I’m trying to make a good impression, and your friends might get concerned if they heard you screaming my name.” She swallowed and blushed. Fuck. I jerked her closer. “You have some glitter on you as well. Maybe we should shower together? Conserve water and all of that.”
“Yaz would want to video tape it for her Onlyfans account,” she deadpanned.
Nope. Not doing that. What the fuck was an Onlyfans? I made a mental note to google it later.
“Want me to have Rocky get you some new clothes?” she asked.
“Please do,” I replied as she turned on the shower and left me alone in the room.
The hot water felt good on my skin, and seeing the glitter washing down the drain felt even better. What kind of self-respecting vampire sparkled? I used the pink mesh sponge to scrub away as many of the tiny glimmering specks of evil off me as I could. When I was done, Drew’s loofah looked like a disco ball.
Rocky had brought a new pair of jeans and a black T-shirt, but not a clean pair of boxer briefs. I thought about going commando, but with Drew’s friends here, I needed to keep my cock in check. I couldn’t risk getting a hard-on, so I sighed and