Bad Cupcakes (Little Cakes #20) Read Online Pepper North, Paige Michaels

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Erotic Tags Authors: , Series: Little Cakes Series by Pepper North
Series: Paige Michaels
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Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
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“No way!” protested Riley.

“Ellie, are you okay?” Milo asked as he held a struggling Riley in his arms.

“I’m fine,” Ellie assured him.

“Go change your shirt and help with the bus. I’ll check out Riley and see what she needs to do,” Milo assured her.

“Thank you,” Ellie told Milo before waggling her finger at Riley. “Do what your Daddy says.”

“Bus!” Sue called again from the bakery.

“Coming!” Ellie shouted down the hall and ran to the bathroom.

“No running,” Milo reprimanded.

Throwing a mean look his way, Ellie disappeared into the bathroom. She carefully stripped her still batter-covered and wet shirt over her now clean hair and stripped off the hairnet she wore when baking. Replacing everything, she hid her wet hair under one of the bandanas she stocked for the line workers and threw open the door in record time to dash out.

Riley’s Daddy had her corralled in the corner. He had her apron off and shirt raised. Ellie couldn’t see a red mark on Riley’s tattooed skin, but she knew it had to hurt.

Ellie knew of all the Daddies, Riley’s paramedic Daddy would know what to do for her and would make sure that she did it. Tarson was hard at work mopping the floor in the kitchen area. Ellie felt so guilty for making him clean up her mess. Mouthing sorry when he looked up at her, Ellie went through the door to find a massive line.

Immediately, she went to work boxing up cupcakes and pouring sodas and coffee. About fifteen minutes later, Riley showed up. She tapped Ellie on the shoulder.

“I’ll take care of this. Someone won’t let me carry trays to restock. Can you do that?” the tattooed woman asked.

Worried, Ellie whispered, “Are you okay?”

“Taped up with ice packs. I may become an ice cube, but I feel fine.”

“I’ll get the trays,” Ellie told her.

When the last customer from the tour bus passed through the line, the sweet tour guide approached the cupcake display. “I caught you at a bad time,” she apologized.

“Megan, we’re always glad for you to stop in. Let me get you a cupcake and some coffee,” Ellie offered. She’d learned to treat the organizers of groups with a free treat so they’d come back again.

“That would be very sweet of you. Could I have that cupcake there in the corner?” she asked, pointing to one Ellie had pushed to the back of the display case.

“Oh, that one is bad. You don’t want that one.”

Megan snickered. “Bad? How can a cupcake be bad? Surely it wasn’t naughty?”

Ellie giggled. “I just mean it fell over in the case and the frosting got smooshed. It’s not pretty now.”

Megan gasped dramatically. “I feel sorry for it then! It’s rejected? Give me that cupcake. Even bad cupcakes deserve to be eaten. They don’t taste any different.”

Ellie thought hard as she boxed up the ugly cupcake and handed it to Megan. “We certainly don’t want to hurt the feelings of any cupcakes.”

The Little inside her was actually feeling kind of guilty. Would she push one of her stuffies to the back of the shelf if it got a smudge on it or a torn ear? No way.

As the tour guide ushered all the passengers back out to the bus, Ellie looked at Sue and Riley. “I feel kind of sad now for all the rejected cupcakes.”

Sue and Riley both nodded in agreement. They looked equally appalled.

“We probably need a new policy for bad cupcakes.”

Just then Tarson stepped up to the counter. “Why the long faces?”

Ellie shot him her most pitiful look. “We need to deal with bad cupcakes better. We’re hurting their feelings!”

Tarson’s eyebrows shot up to his forehead and then he shook his head and turned back toward the kitchen, muttering, “Littles.”

Chapter Two

Two minutes before the clock matched the closing time posted on the door, Ellie stood with her hand on the sign ready to flip it over and lock the door. At the sight of Daisy running toward her with an armful of flowers that seemed to point in all directions, Ellie opened the door.

“Look at this mess,” Daisy shook the flowers in her arms. Pink petals tumbled from the blossoms to scatter on the floor. “These just arrived from the distributor. I can’t use these. They look like they’ve been part of a roller derby.”

Ellie flipped the sign and locked the door. “Come in at your own risk. This has been a disastrous day.”

“Oh, no! Not for you, too!”

Riley walked in with three large bottles of a chocolate-flavored mixed drink concoction. “I just happened to have these mudslides in my car. You know—the chocolatey alcoholic drink? Anyone want a drink?”

“Love them. Pour me a big one,” Daisy jumped at the offer and dropped her flowers onto a nearby table.

“Me, too,” Sue called.

A knock on the window made them all turn around. Lark stood at the door with a huge stain on her crisp white suit. She waved and pressed her hands together as if she was begging to come in.


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