Bobby knocked on Alex's door a little louder than he had the first time. She had some music blaring and he could hear her banging around in the kitchen. He heard Carolyn's high laugh coming closer to the door.
"Bobby's here!" Carolyn exclaimed as she whipped the door open. She had on a tight black tank top and tight blue jeans, all of which were covered in flour. She held a bag of chocolate chips in one hand and grabbed his arm, dragging him inside the apartment, with the other. "It's about damn time. Did you remember the eggs?" Carolyn joined Alex at the kitchen table where all sorts of baking accoutrements were splayed out on the table. Even an old fashioned egg beater…
"Yes, I have the eggs, madams," Bobby replied, holding the bag with 3 dozen eggs up triumphantly. Mike wandered into the kitchen, holding a glass of eggnog.
"Of all the things they dragged me around the city to pick up for this marathon baking session, they forget the damn eggs," Mike laughed, ducking the tea towel Alex threw at his head. Mike opened the refrigerator and pulled out the carton of eggnog. "Want some, big guy?" Mike offered to Bobby. Bobby nodded, trying not to look at Alex, who was cracking eggs into a bowl and moving her hips slowly in time to the music. She turned around to tend to the baking sheets behind her, revealing two flour handprints on her, er, bottom. Carolyn caught Bobby looking, or trying to not look obvious while he looked.
"Don't worry, Bobby. That was just me paying her back for dumping flour all over my sweater. She needed a few good slaps on the ass and you weren't here yet," Carolyn laughed. Bobby blushed deeply as he took the eggnog Mike was holding out to him. Alex looked over her shoulder at him.
"Are you going to be a baby like Detective Logan and claim idiocy in the baking department or are you going to help us out here?" Alex asked sweetly, batting her eyes. Well, when she looked so cute with flour all over her, who was he to deny her?