Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
I smile. “Great idea.”
“I’m looking forward to tonight.” I can tell he’s smiling.
“Me, too.” I flick through the clothes on the rack.
“Wait, I bet I know what she wants to meet you for.” he says, as if he’s suddenly remembering something.
“What?”
“I asked her if the children can stay at her house every Thursday night.”
“Why?” I frown.
“Because I want a whole night with you every week.”
Hope blooms in my chest. “You do?”
“That’s if you’ll have me every week.”
“I’d have you every day if I could, Jules,” I whisper.
“Keep talking like that and you may not be walking for a few days.”
I giggle. “Walking is overrated, anyway.”
“What have you got for me tonight?” he breathes.
“Whatever you want.” I look at the shoppers all around me who are oblivious to my awesome dirty talking skills.
“Just the sound of your voice makes me hard, even when I’m sitting at my desk.”
I’m going to play with him. “Tell me about that beautiful cock of yours, Mr. Masters. Do you have any idea how often I think about it?” I whisper.
“You’re a very naughty nanny, Miss Brielle. My cock is going to have to punish you for the things you make me think while at work.”
“I’m your naughty nanny,” I breathe.
He inhales sharply. “Yes… you are.”
“Goodbye, Mr. Masters.”
“Goodbye, Bree.” He hangs up.
I grin to myself and continue looking through the racks when my phone rings again. The name Mr. Masters lights up the screen.
“Hello.”
“Stop distracting me with your sexiness,” he says, and I smile.
“I told my mother that I have a legal meeting every Thursday night for a while and that you can’t mind the children because you’re taking a class at the college.”
I frown. “What course?”
“I can’t actually remember what I told her, but I think it may have been sculpture.”
“What?” I frown. “Sculpture? Why the hell would you say sculpture? What even is a sculpture class?”
“I don’t know.”
“Oh, great.” I throw my hand up in the air. “Not only do you have me lying to your mother about us not being fuck buddies, but now you want me to tell her a stupid lie about me being interested in sculpting—a subject I know nothing about. What am I supposed to say when she asks me about it?”
He chuckles. “I’m sure you’ll think of something.”
I roll my eyes. “I’m going to tell her that I can’t mind the children on Thursday nights because I will be too busy sucking her son’s pea-sized brain out through the end of his dick.”
He laughs out loud. “That’s a great idea.” He laughs some more. “Not you telling my mother part, but definitely the sucking part. We should practice that technique tonight.”
“Goodbye, Julian,” I respond sharply.
“Goodbye, Bree,” he says with nothing but warmth in his voice.
I flick through the clothes rack. Screw the shopping. I should turn up in a garbage bag tonight.
Let’s see how sexy he thinks that is.
I walk into the swanky restaurant at exactly 12:30 p.m. Frances stands and waves to get my attention, and I make my way over to her.
“Hello.” I kiss her on both cheeks.
“Brell, thank you so much for coming.” She gestures to the table. “Please, take a seat.”
I fall into the chair.
“Would you like some wine?” she asks.
“I can’t, I’m driving, but thanks.”
She pours herself one and calls a waiter to the table. “What would you like, Brell?”
“Just a Diet Coke, please.” I look around at the Italian restaurant we’re in. It’s beautiful, filled with leather chairs and the air of ultimate opulence. “This place is amazing.”
“It is. The food is divine, too,” she says with enthusiasm. “So, tell me… how are you settling in?”
I shrug. “Okay, I guess. I’ll be a lot better when I get to the bottom of Willow’s problems at school.”
My drink arrives. “Thank you.” I smile as I take it from the waiter.
Her face falls. “What’s going on?”
“These stupid little bullies are picking on her.”
“Who are they?”
I roll my eyes. “Pathetic little rich spoilt brats I completely lost my cool with them at the weekend.”
“Why?” She sips her wine, listening intently.
“Because I walked around the corner to find Willow, when I heard one of the bullies suggest that Will’s mother probably killed herself to get away from her.”
Frances’s face drops and her eyes fill with tears.
“I know. Isn’t it the most horrible thing you’ve ever heard?”
She shakes her head, unable to believe it. “What did you do?”
I roll my eyes. “I lost my cool and caused a huge scene. I dared them to come near her again so they can deal with me. I was swearing and completely losing control.”
“And where was this?”
“At her football practice.”
“Where was Julian?”
“He’s useless. Those stupid mothers are all too busy trying to marry him, and he’s so busy fighting them off that he sees none of it. When I approached the mother of the bully… and admittedly...” I hold up my hand to admit my faults. “I was losing my temper and threatening to call the police to have her charged… but Julian defended the bully, not his own daughter, without even knowing what had happened.”