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“No sugar?”
“I’m sweet enough.” She winks and gives a sexy little shrug of her shoulder.
Oh, she’s creepy weird. Unable to help it, I release a little giggle.
Mr. Masters frowns and walks towards the coffee van, leaving me to fall beside him.
“Do you really have a date on that night?” I ask.
He fakes a shiver. “No, but I have a new incentive to find one now.”
I laugh out loud. “I think she seems nice.”
“Then you should date her.”
“Julian,” a brunette lady in her early forties calls. “Where have you been hiding, darling?” She waves and smiles before she comes over and kisses him on both cheeks. She holds his biceps and inspects him from head to toe. “I swear, Julian, you get yummier every time I see you.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere.” He laughs, and it’s that deep, velvety laugh of his that tells me he genuinely likes this lady. “Nadia, please meet Brielle, my new nanny,” he introduces.
She looks me up and down, too. “Hello.” But her offered smile is fake.
“Hello,” I reply timidly.
Jesus, this place is like Tinder on crack.
They begin to make conversation, but I feel like a third wheel.
“I’ll leave you two to it.” I smile. “Nice to meet you, Nadia.”
“Likewise, Brielle. See you next time.”
I make my way over to the coffee van and stand in line to order. I watch Mr. Masters escape one woman only to be accosted by another, again and again.
He’s like a rock star around here.
I make it back to my seat and continue watching the game, until eventually he returns and falls back into his chair beside me.
“You sure are definitely popular around here,” I whisper.
He seems embarrassed. “Unwanted attention, I can assure you.” He looks around. “Where’s Rebecca? I have her coffee.”
“Oh, she’s over there organizing another date for the charity auction.”
He rolls his eyes. “No doubt.”
My phone rings, the name Emerson lighting up my screen.
“Hey, babe.” I smile.
“Hi!” she squeals, and I hold the phone away from my ear and giggle. Mr. Masters frowns.
“We still on for tonight?” I ask.
Mr. Masters keeps his eyes on the game and pretends not to listen, but I know he can hear everything.
“Yep. Wear something sexy. The Canadian boys are coming.”
“Really?” I glance at my boss as I speak to Emerson. “Have you spoken to them?” I reply as I lower my voice. We met two Canadian backpackers on the flight on the way over. We did mention going out with them tonight, but this is the first I’ve heard of it since.
