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 turn the page a little too aggressively and continue reading.
My phone dances across my side table, the name Mr. Masters lighting up the screen.
My heart instantly races.
It’s him.
Act casual, I remind myself.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Bree,” he purrs.
Bree, holy shit!
This is a personal call.
I bite back my smile. “Hi.”
It sounds like he’s in a bar or something; there’s lots of background noise.
“So…I hear you met my mother.”
God, she called him.
“Yes.” I scrunch my eyes shut. “She seems nice.” I wince. Hell.
He stays silent.
“What did she say about me?” I ask.
He hesitates for a moment. “Let’s just say that you have added another member to your ever growing fan club.”
I smile goofily. Another? Does that mean he’s in that club, too? “Is everything all right?” I ask. “Did you call to check on the children?”
He chuckles, and I can tell he’s been drinking. “I called to check on my naughty nanny.”
My stomach flips at the tone of his voice. “Your nanny is well.” I frown. “Although from the tone of your voice I have no idea if you are being facetious or salacious,” I whisper.
He laughs a deep belly laugh and I feel it heat my blood as the sound rolls over me.
I smile.
“Let’s just say it’s a lot of one and a little of the other.” He replies.
Trust him to give me a conundrum for an answer.
“How well?” he asks sexily. “How well is my nanny?”
I swallow the lump in my throat. “As well as can be expected when the man of the house is away.”
He inhales sharply, I hear it catching in his throat. What the hell am I doing? This is a dangerous game I’m playing.
“Where are you?” I ask.
“At a bar.”
“Who with?”
“Not you.”
My heart stops. What the actual fuck is going on here?
“Are you flirting with me, Julian?” I smirk.
“Would it bother you if I was?” My heart begins to hammer, and the background noise begins to fade, as if he’s moved somewhere quieter. “No, it wouldn’t.” I pause for a moment. “Just the opposite, actually.”
I can almost see his smile on the other end of the phone. “I wish we didn’t meet under the circumstances we did?”
“Why?” I whisper.”
“Because I’m attracted to you,” he breathes roughly.
My heart is hammering hard, and I scrunch my eyes shut to focus on his breaths. Holy shit, is this happening?
“It’s a two-way street,” I confess.
“I’m not after a relationship,” he whispers through a heavy breath, and my sex clenches to the sound of his deep, commanding voice.
“Neither am I.”
“What are you looking for?”
“Some of that satisfaction you told me about.” I bite my bottom lip and cringe at myself. Did I just say that out loud?
He inhales sharply, neither one of us speaking for a moment or two.
“I can’t mix business and pleasure in my house,” he eventually says.
“If it doesn’t happen in this house, I’m not your employee. I’m just a woman.” I whisper. Okay, where did that come from? Who am I?
He hisses with approval, and I know he liked that answer.
“That’s something to think about,” he whispers.
God, I’m so fucking aroused by this man, it isn’t even funny.
“Are you in bed?”
“Yes.”
“Touch yourself.”
My eyes widen.
What the…?
“Put that pretty little hand in that beautiful cunt and tell me what you feel.”
Holy fuck. Holy, fucking fuck.
He’s dirty.
I slide my hand between my legs and swipe through my flesh. “I’m wet,” I breathe.
“Swollen?” I can hear the arousal in his voice.
“Yes,” I rasp.
“Fuck.”
This is insane, and so damn hot.
A commotion happens in the background and some men begin to talk loudly to him. "I've got to go," he grinds out, clearly annoyed. "We will finish this conversation later."
I nod, damn it. “Okay.”
“Goodnight, my naughty nanny.”
I smile, hang up, and stare blankly at the wall.
Did that just happen?
Sammy and I sit in the car as we wait for Willow to come out from her golf lessons. This seems to be the only activity that she really gets excited about attending. She even wore lip gloss today, and if my suspicions are right, the boy in the office might be in her sights.
I hope he is. He’s so cute.
She walks out with the girl and the boy from the office, and she stands and talks to them for a moment. I can’t help but smile as I watch them.
Willow is twirling her long hair between her fingers. I’m no body language expert, but even I can see that she’s interested.
How sweet? This is what she needs—a high school romance. She waves goodbye and bounds towards the car, slamming the door shut once she’s inside.
She grins over at me and my heart melts.
I put my hand on her thigh. “What a beautiful smile that is.”
She glances out the front windscreen, looking very pleased with herself, and I pull out of the parking lot, unable to stop myself from smiling the whole way home.