Use Gretel's Kitchen

Deciding her safest option would be to just use Gretel's kitchen, Little Red spent the next two days making sure she gathered all of the ingredients. Gretel even offered some help with the recipe swearing by it.

Working diligently the next few days messing up the foundation at least twice. Unsatisfied both times trashing it and starting over. Eventually her hard work paid off and she was able to get the proper consistency with the coconut milk and mint. Finishing the cake the night before the wedding Little Red realized just how big the cake was. "How the fuck am I going to transport this." Even if anyone was at the restaurant at this hour no one would have heard her in the walkin.

Gritting her teeth she reached for her phone. Her only foreseeable option, was Mr Foxx. Scrolling through her phone she found her contact, 'dickhead' and hit send.

Masking her frustration best as possible Red smiled as the other line picked up. "Hi Mr Foxx, it's Little Red. Do you have a moment?" The only response was a grunt from the other side. "Okay, well I'm in a bit of a predicament." She paused, waiting for anything.

"Yes," his voice was rough and husky. She must have woken him

"I don't have a vehicle and I have no way of delivering the cake." Another grunt on the other end.

"I'll send a delivery van to pick you and the cake up tomorrow. Dress nice." Clear moans of extasy could be heard moments before the line went dead.

"Ugh, what that man does in his spare time is his business but he's clearly a freak." Sighing Little Red was just glad to be done with the longest part. The delivery would be stressful though.

"Who's a freak." Gretel's shrill voice reverberate in the empty space.

Glad to see her friend and end the day Little Red shook her head. "Just a client, he was clearly fucking someone while on a professional call."

"Oh nasty." Gretel giggled more pleased than disgusted

"Hey, I wanted to ask by the way where did you get that recipe? I taste tested it and it was amazing." Expecting her friend to say something like a handed down family receipt she actually didn't get much of a response. Gretel's just shrugged and said. "A close friend gave it to me."

~Back at Mr Foxx office~

"Can I do anything else for you Sir?" The woman still sitting on his lap wiggled her satisfaction.

"No Ludovika, go home. You did good." Standing she groaned her disappointment.

"I still haven't earn it?" Backing back up she tried to repenitrate herself on the still hard Mr Foxx who moved to avoid her. He shook his head reiterated for her to go home and put his pants back on. Pouting she gathered her cloths and gun and made to leave.

"Oh and detective, be sure to bring a date to the wedding."