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I'd still be nice to you if you were ugly."
"Okay."
A wicked grin slipped over his full lips. He bent his head down and whispered, "I just wouldn't offer you any cookies."
I folded my arms and tried to ignore the close proximity of our faces. "I'm starting to think cookies is a code word for something else."
"Maybe it is." He tugged on my bag again as he took a confident step back, forcing me down another step. "And just think about it. If cookie was a code word, whatever it symbolizes, it's been in your mouth, sweetheart.
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Don't you want to know what cookies is a code word for?"
"No! Good God, no!
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Cookie?” he offered, holding up a cookie full of chocolate chips.
Upset tummy or not, there was no way I could refuse that. “Sure.”
His lips tipped to one side and he leaned towards me, his mouth inches from mine. “Come and get it.”
Come and get…? Daemon placed half the cookie between those full, totally kissable lips.
Oh, holy alien babies everywhere…
My mouth dropped open. Several of the girls at the table made sounds that had me wondering if they were turning into puddles under the table, but I couldn’t bring myself to check out what they were doing.
That cookie – those lips – were right there.
Heat swept over my cheeks. I could feel the eyes of everyone else and Demon… dear God, Daemon arched his brows, daring me.
Dee gagged. “I think I’m going to hurl.”
Mortified, I wanted to crawl into a hole. What did he think I was going to do? Take that cookie out of his mouth like something straight out of an R-rated version of Lady and the Tramp? Heck, I kind of wanted to, and I wasn’t too sure what that said about me.
Daemon reached up and took the cookie. There was a gleam in his eyes, as if he’d just won some battle. “Time’s up, Kitten.
So you have your price. Your soul for a cookie.
James PattersonThat’s the thing about the collapse of civilization, Blake. It never happens according to plan – there’s no slavering horde of zombies. No actinic flash of thermonuclear war. No Earth-shuddering asteroid. The end comes in unforeseen ways; the stock market collapses, and then the banks, and then there is no food in the supermarkets, or the communications system goes down completely and inevitably, and previously amiable co-workers find themselves wrestling over the last remaining cookie that someone brought in before all the madness began.
Mark A. RaynerTag: war planning plans civilization communication madness apocalypse chaos end armageddon zombie the-end zombies cookies collapse plan end-of-the-world wrestling nuclear flash cookie communications end-times asteroid food-shortage food-storage according-to-plan bank-failure blake-given communication-system communication-systems food-rationing food-shortages not-with-a-bang stock-market-collapse thermo-nuclear thermonuclear with-a-whimper world-ending world-ends wrestle
Next time, can you ask him to bring cookies? I don't like to put up with that level of insane unless there's some kind of high-calorie compensation.
Lauren BeukesTag: insanity work customer-service cookies crazy-people
I'm starving and I'd much rather have cookies than another riot, wouldn't you?
Misty ProvencherTag: cookies cornerstone addo jamb larry
Cookies were much better eaten then sold, and they were best homemade.
Jesse FreedomTag: cookies baking we-refused-to-sell
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