Tanner opened up the door.
“I’m going to kill you,” I grumbled.
“Is it going to be a feeble attempt like when you tried to slap me at dinner? Good luck, Matt. You can’t touch me. And I did you a favor. I fixed your relationship with your other, lesser friends.”
“I had already done that by apologizing.”
He shrugged. “Well, I’m sure this was the cherry on top for all of them.”
“Rob’s my best friend now,” I said.
Tanner laughed. “That’s just your boner talking.” He frowned. “Wow that sounded really gay.” He shook his head. “What a night, huh?”
Matchmaker - Chapter 36
Thursday
Nigel stared at me as I held ice on my dick.
“Please stop looking at it,” I said.
“Then how else are we going to know if the swelling goes down?” he asked.
“I’ll tell you.”Stop staring at my penis, Nigel.
“The hitwoman has been called off,” Tanner said. “So Matt is safe to move home. Could you coordinate the arrangements, Nigel?”
“I’ll have to check my calendar,” he said.
Tanner just stared at him.
“Would you like me to check it now, Master Tanner?”
“Yes.”
Nigel nodded. “Let me go get my planner.” He bowed and ran off.
“Thanks for bringing it up to him,” I said.
“No problem. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have company.”
“Who?” I asked. There was no one else here.
There was a knock on the door.
“Here she is. Have fun with your ice. Maybe you should invite Kennedy over. If you do, knock on my door so I can meet her before she takes care of that for you.”
“I’m not inviting Kennedy over right now.” She’d never let me live this down. Plus she’d wonder why I was living in this weird apartment with Tanner instead of at my own house. A whole restaurant already thought we were gay after that kiss. I didn’t want a fake relationship with Tanner to be in the tabloids next.
“Wow,” said a petite brunette as she walked into the kitchen. She ran her hand along the granite countertops. “This place is amazing. I would die to cook in this kitchen.”
“What would you make?” Tanner asked, resting his elbows on the counter, staring at her.
“Hmm…” she said with a seductive smile. “Homemade whipped cream perhaps?”
“And what would you do with whipped cream when you have nothing to put it on?”
“I could think of a few things to put it on.”
