Because if that doesn’t scream pedophile, than I really don’t know what does.
Coffee brewed, and pan on, I grabbed the bowl from Bella and started to pour out the pancakes.
I felt slightly guilty when I eyed the clock again.
My fingers twitched with the need to play out my frustration on the drums, with the need to write music and send it to the guys to see if it was good enough. And on top of that, I had band AD2 coming in at the end of the week to lay two tracks.
Technically, they lived here only during the summer months, but now that Alec, the older brother, had a kid with another one on the way, they were thinking about staying permanently because of schools.
My plate was full.
And I was ready to offer the new nanny a million dollars plus benefits if she’d just clean up the Legos.
That was when you knew you were at your limit—when you would pay a complete stranger to pick up the hazardous toys sprinkled around your house like miniature bombs ready to go off.
“ERIC!” Malcom screamed. “STOP TOUCHING ME!”
I chugged my coffee, burning my tongue in the process, and eyed the clock again. Five hours, I could last five hours. Right?
CHAPTER FIVE
Penelope
All I had was a phonenumber to text and an address.
He said I’d have to sign something once I reported to work. I assumed it was something legal that basically said I wouldn’t go to TMZ and tell them what kind of body wash he used.
What sort of person did that anyways?
And why would something like that even matter?
I pushed the doorbell.
Heard screaming.
Almost backed away when the screaming intensified and smiled when I heard heavy footsteps and then, “This is your last warning before a time out!”
The door opened.
Trevor had ketchup all over his deep V-neck T-shirt, some sort of food object stuck to his skinny jeans, and he was wearing one purple sock.
Nothing out of the ordinary per se.
Except he had a pink boa on and a tiara.
“Wow, had I known I was meeting royalty today, I would have dressed up,” I teased, shocking even myself. We didn’t know each other enough to tease, but he seemed relieved as he exhaled and then burst out laughing.
“Tea time.” He nodded. “All the Brits do it.”
“Ah, I see. Do you use an accent and everything?”
“I attempted one time, and my daughter cried because she thought I was making fun of hers, so no, I use my boring dad voice.” He winked.
Yeah, nothing about him was boring even covered in ketchup and mystery food, and he was still one of the best looking men I’d ever seen up close.
Period.
He could take a shower under a sewer, and women would still crane their necks to get a better look at him.
