Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Everyone should be bad every once in a while, shouldn’t they?
Gather a group of Littles, and who knows what will happen?
Enjoy the beloved characters of the Little Cakes series as they indulge in a much-needed break from following all the rules, and treat yourself to this sweet and naughty update on each couple's decadent journey to happily-ever-after.
Little Cakes is a sweet and satisfying series, but dare to taste only if you like delicious Daddies, luscious Littles, and guaranteed happily-ever-afters.
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Part One
Chapter One
Can this day get any worse? Ellie lowered the beater into the bowl of the industrial-size mixer and flipped the switch to high. At the last moment, she remembered the shield. As she lunged for the plastic piece that kept everything from flinging out in all directions, the first splotch of the thick yellow mixture exploded.
Thwack! Blinded, Ellie struggled to fix the guard in place as she looked through the blur of what was supposed to become lemon chiffon cupcakes. It wouldn’t slide into place.
“Ellie? The cash register is jammed. I can’t give a customer change,” Riley called out as she walked through the door.
“Fuck!” exploded from Riley’s mouth. “I’m coming, Ellie!”
The next few seconds were like a slow-motion scene from a slapstick comedy as Riley slipped on spilled batter and went careening forward, arms flailing until she slammed into the worktable with a crash.
The industrial table shook from the impact.
“Are you okay?” Ellie asked, throwing the guard to the side and wiping the batter from her eyes just in time to see Riley turn off the mixer.
She looked at her tattooed employee, who now wore a fresh coat of yellow batter and swore. “To hell with this day. It can just go screw itself. I’m going to go turn off the open sign.”
“Not going to happen, Little girl. Cupcake bakeries don’t close when the owner’s having a bad day,” a deep voice rumbled from behind them.
Slowly, the two women turned around to see the baking assistant standing behind them with his hands on his hips. Ellie cocked her head to the side, daring him to laugh and ready to yell, Get him! if he did. She bet they could slather batter from their bodies onto his before he could fend both of them off.
“Don’t even think about it, Little girl.”
Riley immediately looked at Ellie as if trying to figure out what Tarson knew that she didn’t. “Ellie?” she whispered and closed her mouth when her batter-covered boss shook her head in a silent warning.
“With that settled, head to the employee bathroom to get cleaned up. There are fresh aprons and shirts there. I’ll clean up this mess,” Tarson directed.
“Hey, Riley. Did you find…” Sue’s voice stopped abruptly at the sight of two moving batter zombies headed her way.
“Tarson? Can you fix the cash register first?” Ellie asked, near tears.
“On it, boss.”
“We could stick our heads over the dishwasher sink and use that big industrial spray nozzle,” Riley suggested.
“You’ve always wanted to do that, haven’t you?” Ellie asked, feeling the corners of her mouth tilting up at the edges as she looked over at Riley and noting that she pressed a hand to her side.
Ignoring Riley’s batter-laden nod, Ellie asked, “Are you okay? You hit that table hard.”
“I’m fine. I’ll have an enormous bruise tomorrow, I bet.”
“I’m sorry. Want to go home and rest? Maybe we should send you to the doctor.”
“I’ll survive,” Riley shrugged off Ellie’s concern as she stopped in the dishwashing area and nodded toward the sprayer hanging by the dishwasher. “What do you think?”
When Ellie hesitated, Riley walked over to it and leaned forward to spray water over her hair and face. Peeking back at Ellie, she grinned as she rinsed off her arms. “Damn, that’s better. I can see you.”
“Let me in there,” Ellie demanded.
“Here. Let me,” Riley offered, waving Ellie forward to lean over the sink. When her boss was in position, Riley started rinsing the batter away.
She almost had Ellie returned to normal when a familiar voice asked, “You hurt yourself?”
Both women jumped and whirled around. Unfortunately, it appeared Riley’s brain hadn’t told her to stop squeezing the sprayer.
“Whoa! Little girl!” Milo’s voice reprimanded Riley as the front of his paramedic’s uniform got soaked.
“Sorry, Daddy,” Riley apologized and then started laughing.
“I’m not going to ask who thought of cleaning up here. Let me see where you’re hurt,” he said, pointing at a square of linoleum in front of him.
“A bus just pulled up!” Sue called through the kitchen door.
“No time, Daddy!” Riley refused and tried to scoot past him.
When he wrapped his arms around her to hug Riley to him, she groaned. “You’re hurt, Little girl, and not going anywhere until I see what damage you’ve done.”
“Maybe she should go to the hospital?” Ellie suggested, feeling tears gather in her eyes.