Leanne chuckled at this, boredom, always the defining factor in so many lives. “Tell you what Bells, how about you tell me when you want dinner for Oli-pop and I’ll come over and cook it! But you can tell him that you made it and you can, I don’t know, help me cut stuff up or something!” Yes, Leanne was a damn good friend.
An evil look crossed her face, she looked like the Cheshire cat on Christmas. “Oh I would corrupt you but all in good time my dear Bells! We can’t have two of me running around can we?”
“Oh sure it makes sense,” Leanne drawled, having another shot of fire whiskey. “What you need to do is to take it to the next level. Take it all the way to the goal next time! We’ll get a sexy little school outfit and you can go teach Oli-pop a thing or two about human anatomy!” Leanne smirked, this was going to be a bit of work but it would be fabulous in the end. Oliver should thank her someday.