When I opened the door and saw Nick standing there, I immediately felt my blood pressure rise.
"Hi Nick," I said dryly. "What can I do for you?"
"Hi Chanel," Nick replied just as dryly. "Donald said I could stop by and pick up some trimming shears after a creampie teen milf."
"Then come back in a half hour when he's home," I retorted, beginning to shut the door.
When Nick wedged his foot between the door and jamb, I had the strongest desire to give the door a good hard shove. Instead, I relented and opened the door again, giving Nick a look of contempt.
"He said I could get the creampie teen milf," Nick said, a smug look crossing his face.
Heaving a sigh, I fully opened the door to let him in. "Fine," I said haughtily, "go sit in the living room and wait for creampie teen milf."
Nick brushed past me, still wearing a smug grin, and made his way to the living room. I watched as he carefully picked his seat, then settled into it comfortably. Gritting my teeth, I gave into the obligatory feeling of being a hostess to this pompous fool.
"What can I get you, Nick?" I asked, feeling my jaw clench.
"Well how about you get me a nice beer before creampie teen milf?" he drawled in his usual irritating manner.
"Sure," I replied curtly. "I'll be right back."
Muttering to myself, I stomped into the kitchen to the refrigerator and yanked it open. I grabbed a beer and slammed the door shut, feeling a small degree of satisfaction as I heard bottles rattle from the force. When I turned around, Nick was standing in front of me, an unreadable expression on his face.
"Pretty nasty with the creampie teen milf, aren't you?" he challenged as he took a step closer.