Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
The young woman who was bent over the couch appears in the hallway. She pauses when she sees me, and much like Randall, her gaze drops to my chest before it springs back to my face.
“Um.” She appears to be on the verge of tears.
“Is your friend upstairs?” I ask.
She nods once.
“I’m a friend of Miller’s dad, and I have a feeling that Randall might need to stick around here for a bit. If you would like, I can drive you and your friend home. Your other option is to be part of the dad wrath. Neither is ideal, but I’m probably the less awkward of your choices.”
She bites her lips together. “Do you know where Randy is?”
I tip my head toward the kitchen. “Right here. Would you like a moment?”
“Is that—Can I?”
“Absolutely.” I motion for her to go ahead while I move away from the doorway.
They whisper frantically. She’s clearly panicking, and as bad as I feel for her, it’s also hilarious. A minute later, the pounding of feet on the stairs ends their conversation.
I step out from the hallway just as a young man who is definitely Sidney’s son, but with lighter hair, appears at the bottom of the stairs. His face is beet red, and his eyes are wide as saucers. A young woman with sandy brown hair appears behind him, followed by Sidney.
He looks from the group of red-faced teens to me. Apology is written all over his face. And mortification.
“I can take the girls home if you’d like to deal with the boys,” I offer.
His son’s head whips my way, and his face goes impossibly redder as he mumbles, “Oh my God.” He looks like he’s trying to sink into the floor. He’s a big kid. They’re both tall, but where Randall is lanky, Miller is broad, so either of them blending in is impossible.
“I can take Claire and Millie home,” Randall all but shouts.
Miller elbows him in the side and Randall grunts.
Sidney crosses his arms. “You two need to explain yourselves.”
The girls look at me. I motion them forward.
Sidney’s gaze shifts my way. “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely, I’ll text when I’m home.”
“Thank you. I’m sorry about this.” His gaze flicks to the boys.
I smile, irrationally turned on, because managing the boy’s behavior is his top priority. “It’s okay. We’ll talk soon. Girls, let's go.”
They scamper down the hall after me. I stoop to pick up Sidney’s suit jacket and my coat from the floor. His I hang on the hook; mine I slip through my arms so my boobs are no longer in full force.
The girls shove their feet into their shoes and follow me to my car, whispering to each other. I unlock the doors and they climb into the backseat while I take my place behind the wheel. “Where are we heading?”
“My house.” The girl who was upstairs says.
“Are you Millie or Claire?”
“I’m Millie, this is Claire.” She thumbs over at Randall’s friend.
“Are you going to tell my parents?” Millie asks.
“I wasn’t planning to.” I set my phone in the holder. “Address please?”
Millie rattles it off and I plug it into the navigation system. It’s a twenty-minute drive. Should be lots of time to school these girls.
“How old are you two?” I ask, conversationally.
“Eighteen,” they say in unison.
I tap the wheel.
“Are you Buck’s dad’s girlfriend?” Millie asks.
“We’re dating. Casually at this point. Are you Buck’s girlfriend?” I fire back. I really don’t understand the nickname.
“I…uh. I watch him play a lot. We were supposed to go to the movies tonight, but they were hungry after practice, so we stopped for food, and then we missed the beginning of the movie and decided we could just watch one at Buck’s house.”
“Which is how you and Miller or Buck, or whatever you want to call him, ended up in his room and you ended up bent over the couch.” I thumb over my shoulder at Claire.
“Oh, my God! You had sex with Randy?” Millie’s voice is about seven octaves too high for the inside of a car.
Claire shrugs. “He’s hot. And freaking Jasmine is always bragging about how she hooked up with him last year.”
“Okay.” I hold up a hand. “As the mother of a teenage girl, I need to step in with some important pearls of wisdom.”
“You have a teenage daughter?”
“Yeah, she’s fifteen.”
“You don’t look old enough to have a fifteen-year-old.” Claire is obviously trying to suck up.
“That’s because I had her when I was young. Her dad was a one-night stand, and we even used a condom. Shit happens.”
“Oh snap,” Claire says.
“She’s a great kid and I’m lucky because it could have been a lot different. Anyway, I’m going to tell you what I’ve told my daughter. Boys are giant walking hormones. Doesn’t matter if they’re nice or not, most of their brain activity resides in their pants and they will do and say literally anything to have someone else hold their penis for them. Unless they’re super religious and then they find creative ways to make that happen and feel guilty about it afterwards, but I digress. It’s normal to want to have sex at your age. But your body needs to be your priority.” I hold up a finger when Claire opens her mouth to speak. “I’m not done.”