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She pops up out of the chair. “OK, let’s go,” she says, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the door. Pete is now back at the island holding a cup of coffee.
“Pete, we need to go to the grocery store, STAT,” she says as she walks into the living room.
“And why do we need to go there?” he asks.
“Because Her Royal Highness has a hankering for Double Stuf Oreos,” I say.
Pete’s eyes light up. “I’m in. Let’s go,” he says, grabbing car keys and heading toward the car.
Amused, I follow Anna and Pete and get in the car. Pete calls Lucas and puts him on house detail.
“Where’s the closest store?” he asks.
I point him toward it. “Why are you two so excited about this? I mean they are good and all, but you’re acting like this is some rare delicacy,” I say, perplexed.
“Oh,” Anna giggles. “It’s hard to find the Double Stuf ones at home,” she says. “I used to get them when I’d go to camp, and I told Pete about it and then it became our thing to find them when we traveled. He thought I was weird for liking them with coffee too, but he came around.”
“Well, I guess I’m about to find out,” I say as we pull into the shopping center. It’s still fairly early, so there are not many people here. I lead them toward the cookie aisle, and Anna’s eyes about pop out of her head when she sees all the Oreo options.
“Holy—” she starts.
“Oreos, Batman,” Pete finishes. “Stay here. Do not move.” I watch as Pete quickly moves across the store and finds a cart. He’s back in a manner of seconds and begins loading our cart with every flavor of Oreo. And then Anna spots them, the Mega Stuf Oreos. You’d think that she just discovered the last of a rare species of animal, or the Holy Grail because she completely loses her shit in the middle of the grocery store. She jumps up and down and grabs five containers of them.
“Oh. My. God. This is incredible!” she exclaims, hugging a package to her chest like it’s a prize.
“Really?” I say.
She shakes her head and pokes my chest with her finger. “Don’t even start with me. Now, Pete, let’s grab some other provisions while we are here,” she says.
I follow the two of them around the store as they go batshit crazy over the strangest things. I’m half amused and half confused, but I keep my mouth shut and grab items as I am instructed. Thirty minutes later, we have a car full of groceries.
“Well, that should do it for a while,” Anna says. She has Pete pull into a coffee shop and gets us all coffee before we head back to the house.
Anna and Pete work in harmonious unity putting away the groceries. They laugh and reminisce on previous Oreo binge sessions. I take a seat at the kitchen island and watch them. It’s sort of fascinating. It’s like two old friends chatting when in reality it’s a princess and her bodyguard. Although, if Anna grew up with Lucas and Pete, then I suppose they are like old friends in a way. I’m deep in thought about this when Anna sets the Mega Stuf Oreos down in front of me.
“It is time,” she says, taking the lid off her coffee and then motioning for Pete and me to do the same. She makes the “ah, ahhhh” sound as though this is some religious experience. I grab an Oreo and dunk it in my coffee and take a bite.
I chew and consider. Anna waits patiently, her head propped up on her hands, her elbows on the countertop.
“Soooo?” she asks.
“What’s the verdict?” Pete follows.
“It’s good,” I say. “I mean. I’m more of a milk and Oreos guy, but it’s good.”
Anna tosses a hand at me. “Pish posh. Milk is so old school. Coffee and Oreos is where it’s at,” she says and grabs one, dunking it in her coffee. She takes a bite of the Oreo and moans, and I swear to god, her sound goes straight to my dick. I watch her lips move and her eyes roll back in her head, and I want to take her right here, right now.
“God, I love these cookies,” she mutters as she grabs another. “This Mega Stuf is off the fucking charts! Seriously, why didn’t they think of this earlier?”
I laugh. “Glad you approve,” I say as I grab a second cookie.
“Breakfast of champions,” Pete says as he dunks his cookie into his coffee. I’m about to make a smartass comment when Lucas pokes his head into the kitchen.
“Oreos?” he asks.
I roll my eyes. I’m not sure what Anna has done to un-man these two when it comes to cookies, but I’m seriously worried about them right now.
Hendrick walks and yawns. “What’s all the hubbub about?” he asks.