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“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 gestu
res to the table. “Please, take a seat.”
I fall into the chair.
“Would you like some wine?” she asks.
