He chuckles, and the sound permeates through my bones. “Why don’t you tell her that you are pussy whipping her son, and he’s on the verge of needing sectioning because of his sexual addiction to you?”
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.”
“What?” She narrows her eyes. “Why does he always do this? He makes me so mad.”
I widen my eyes. “I know! Me, too. We had this huge fight, so I took the children to Mc Donald’s, making it quite clear that Julian wasn’t invited” I sip my drink. “But… in his defense, he didn’t hear what they said to Willow, I guess.”
She smiles and rests her elbows on the table. “You’re good for him.”
I fake a laugh. “I’m sure he thinks I’m a giant pain in his ass.”
If only she knew that he really wants into my ass.
“Thank you so much for our dinner last weekend. It was lovely seeing the children so happy.” She takes my hand over the table. “I can’t stop thinking about the change in them since you arrived. Especially Will.”
I grin as I squeeze her hand in mine. “Thank you for coming. They are such beautiful kids. I’m so lucky to be able to get to spend time with them.” I widen my eyes. “Oh, I forgot. Willow has been invited to play golf with her new friend this weekend.”
“Willow’s playing golf now?”
“Yes, I enrolled her in lessons. I thought it could be something that she and her father could do together.”
She narrows her eyes. “Are you in a relationship, dear?”
“No.”
“Hmm.” She smiles against her wine glass.
“What are you thinking?” I smirk
“Nothing.” She smiles sarcastically. “I was just going to give you some tips, you know, in case you ever had an inkling or urge to,” she shrugs and waves her wine glass around in the air. “… date my Julian.”
I fake a laugh to cover my lying ass. “Oh, you’re so funny.” I should’ve got wine. Hell, I should’ve got tequila.
She falls serious. “Am I? Or do you want to hear my advice?”
I frown.
“I know why every single woman who tries to snag him fails.” I sip my coke; I need to know the tips without her knowing I need to know the tips.
“You are a character,” I tease as I down my drink.
“Julian hasn’t had a girlfriend since Alina died.”
“His wife?”
She nods. “It did something to him.”
My face falls.
“He closed off when he met her, and he never recovered after she died.”
“That’s so sad,” I whisper.
“It is, but now he’s very lonely.”
“I know he sees people… women,” I tell her to try and make her feel better.
“Yes, but only on his terms.”
“His terms?”
“He only wants to see a woman to use her for sex. As soon as they fall in love with him, he breaks it off every single time.”
“He told you this?” I can’t imagine him ever telling anyone this, let alone his mother.
“He doesn’t have to. I know that’s what happens. He calls them needy.”
“Why is it so bad if anyone falls in love with him? I don’t understand.”
“He doesn’t want the responsibility of making anyone else happy. He’s guarded. A lot of women want him for his money, and he’s more than well aware of that.” It’s not the money I want. It’s his huge jackhammer dick, I think to myself.
“Why would any woman chase a man just for his money? It’s an absurd way to live.” I tut.