The Sweetest Dare by Leigh Ellwood Read Free Book Online

nipples, and tongues attached to nipples.
    Gene Simmons lookalike contest? she replied. Seconds later, a response:
    You miss a lot of fun when you go to the wrong bar.
    “Wrong bar?” she muttered, thinking of the average age of the establishment her friend patronized last night. Those dykes would all be older than Gene.
    She almost replied again, thinking a snapshot of Sidney’s apartment might end Annalise’s prude-shaming. Instead Kit replaced the phone and got dressed. Her night of hot sex with Sidney remained their business, and while it could inspire some awe in her friend, Kit refused to trot out the sexy culinary student like a prize. She liked Sidney, and while she didn’t normally go home with somebody within hours of meeting her, she had a gut feeling what they shared meant more than a desire to satisfy mutual lust.
    She believed Sidney liked her, too. Yeah, she’d worried about the woman threatening her position at Tish’s Riches, but if Sidney intended to use her body to get ahead, she’d fucked the wrong person. Tish was straight and happily married, and Vinnie didn’t seem the type to share, anyway.
    The door opened and a nude Sidney padded to the kitchen area, greeting her with a smile. Kit watched the sway of her pert, petite ass and crossed her legs to ride out the renewed throbbing in her clit. “Good morning.
    “I didn’t want to wake you. I figured since it’s Sunday and Tish is closed today there was no rush,” Sidney said. She opened two cupboard doors. “Are you hungry?”
    “Yeah, but I’m not a breakfast person. I usually eat a granola bar on the way to work and cereal on weekends, so you don’t have to go any trouble.” She watched Sidney take down two plates, worried the other woman felt obligated to cook.
    “Not even Sunday brunch?”
    Kit shrugged. “Kinda pathetic going out to brunch by yourself. Like I said, granola bars.”
    “Well, it’s no trouble, and we can have one here. I cook my meals in advance and freeze them. There’s plenty to eat.” She opened her freezer, perhaps the most organized one Kit had ever seen. Stacks of plastic zipper bags took up most of the space, each with the meal contained within written in black marker and the date it had been prepared. Kit noticed, too, that Sidney had arranged them in columns—breakfast, lunch, dinner. The shelves in the small door held a few pints of ice cream and miniature liquor bottles.
    “I have blueberry pancakes, egg burritos with sausage or veggies, and quiche slices. Won’t take a few minutes to heat. Anything you like?”
    “I’m a part-time vegetarian, so I’m thinking the pancakes are my safest bet.”
    Sidney laughed at that and pulled out two bags. “Part-time, that’s funny.”
    “I guess. I try not to eat meat but occasionally I slip.” Kit shrugged. “We get vegan and gluten-free people coming to the shop sometimes, wanting complete ingredient lists for everything we make. I’m sure you’ll hear it eventually. Tish used to keep a full tray of non-dairy sweets for sale, but they didn’t move. She only makes them special order now.”
    Sidney arranged the frozen flat cakes on a large plate and set the microwave. “That makes sense. Odd that people create a demand for something and don’t follow through when Tish delivers.”
    “It used to piss her off. The people who wanted the special stuff didn’t buy enough for us to profit on it. Our regular customers wouldn’t buy the candy because they seem to equate vegan with cardboard flavor.”
    “Well, I used almond milk in these, so you be the judge.”
    The pancakes smelled good, anyway. Kit took a stool at the kitchen bar as Sidney set a short, steaming stack before her along with a bottle of maple syrup. They looked as though she’d just flipped them from the griddle. Blue juice from thick blueberries bubbled on the surface, and as Kit forked holes through her pancakes she found no cold spots. They tasted superbly, fluffy and tart with