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He looks like a modern day Greek god, and I hate him instantly.
“Mat, pumpkin, apple of my eye, little toaster strudel—” “Toaster strudel?”
Dixon gives me a look. “I don’t bottom.” “Right,” I say slowly, nodding my head. “Makes sense. No room up there with that stick firmly lodged in place.”
“Mat, kitten, my little marshmallow, that is too much information,” I say.
“It’s scary giving someone your all. I get it. But, with the right person, what you get back is…” He huffs out a breath. “It’s everything.”
“Alex, angel, biscuit, the tiniest-ever pain in my ass, I am not precious
“I’m thankful, every day, for this job I love, and to Mateo for being the reason I’m here,” Alex says. “Aww, boo,” Mateo’s disembodied voice says from the phone beside him. “And what’s more,” Alex continues, a sly grin on his face. “I’m thankful for extra-large condoms and the men who wear them.”
Fanny May spreads her arm backwards, and Dixon emerges from behind the curtain, stepping onto stage with his massive form clad in the slinkiest red dress I’ve ever seen. The fabric is positively glued to Dixon’s broad chest. And his stomach. And around his thick thighs, where the hem stretches worrisomely. Dixon’s long, hairy legs are on display, and even though he’s not in heels, he does have pointed red flats on his feet. There’s a scowl on his made-up face and a bright white wig that’s cut in the shape of a bob. I gape, unable to form a single word, sound, or comprehensible thought as I
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Mateo is gonna be so upset he missed this
“Mat, peaches, baby doll, little light of mine, you know I hate the guy. Why would this possibly be a date?”
“What does that mean?” I ask him. “That name you call me?” Niko grins. “I wondered when you’d ask.” My eye roll is immediate. “You could’ve just told me,” I reply, even though I understand why he didn’t. He was waiting for me to come around. “To be honest, I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. I assume you’ve been calling me an asshole all this time.” Niko chuckles. “No, not at all. It means ‘my grump.’”
“Not that I don’t love your shining company, Mat dearest, my little banana nut muffin, but why are you here?”
