One For You, One For Me

Chapter 2: Caught

Icing's POV

Cupcakes. There is nothing, absolutely nothing, I hate more than cupcakes. They are wretched excuses for food that should never have been created, and thanks to that delivery boy, I smelled just like them. What was his problem anyway? Punching himself, then asking for my number?!?! Not to mention that after all this time, he still didn't know who the boss's daughter was. I doubt he even knew she had a daughter. Tsk. I seriously hope I never have to see him again.

"Icing, you're late."

"Hi, mom. How are you? Me? I'm fantastic thanks for asking!" I said feigning happiness. Irritation filled me, but I quickly cooled down. You can't blame her for having a one-track mind. She's busy.

Mom paused and looked up from the cupcakes she was finishing, "Hello, daughter. I'm good. Thanks for asking. That's great that you're fantastic, but you're late. Happy?"

"Very. Sorry for being late, there was a little accident involving some cupcakes..." I paused when I realized she wasn't listening. "Anyway, I'm here now. What do you need?" It better be important. I hate being near these evil excuses for food.

"Yeah, about that. I am going to be here later than I intended, and I won't be able to lock up the bakery, so could you do it?" She held the key out to me, but I just stared at it like it was infected or something.

"Moooom," I wined, "Why me? Why can't you have someone else do it?"

"Icing, please. Just do this simple favor for me," she paused again to rub the bridge of her nose in exasperation.

Guilt filled me instantly. "Fine," I grumbled taking the keys from her hand.

"Thank you," she smiled slightly, before returning back to her cupcakes.

"Yeah. Yeah," I mumbled, taking my leave.

I internally moaned. That's right. Make the person who hates cupcakes more than anybody else in the galaxy lock up the bakery/ Aka/ cupcaketopia.

It's a short drive to the bakery, but I tried to milk it as long as possible. Unfortunately, life has a funny way of making hellish tasks come easily. The usually crowded streets were empty, and I literally caught every green light. Haha. Very funny life!

As I neared the dreaded factory, I was alarmed to find to door cracked open. Now, any smart person would wait in their car and call the police, not little ole' me, though. No, I grabbed my fresh can of pepper spray that had been patiently waiting it's entire pepper spray life for this moment to come, and crept into the bakery. I could here dishes clattering as I neared the kitchen. Please let it be an animal. Please let it be a small animal. Please let it be a small, harmless animal. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw what was making the noise. It, to my dismay, was not a small, harmless animal, but a person. His back was turned to me, but I could see enough to know that he was male, obviously, and seemed to be Latin. More importantly, he was fit, but not ripped. OH MY GOSH. HOLY CRAP. I'M GONNA DIE! I'M GONNA FREAKING DIE!!! No! I've come to far to leave now. But! But! No buts! Besides, I've got the upper hand.

I gingerly poked my head inside the kitchen, looking for- Gotcha! I silently entered the kitchen, monitoring his movements, until I felt it's handle enclose in my hand.

"Put your hands up and don't move." I pointed the pepper spray at him and waited for him to do as I had instructed. He stiffened at my words, then cautiously followed orders.

"Turn to face me, but keep your hands in the air. Any sudden movements and you will regret it." I watched as he turned to face me, then almost did a double take. "Delivery Boy?!?!"