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“I’m at the front door.”
“Why isn’t your key working?”
“I don’t know, but can you come open the door before Mr. Masters wakes up. I’m on a good behavior bond, you know.”
I smirk, stupid fool. “Fine. But I’m telling him in the morning.”
“Whatever. Just don’t tell him now, and please hurry up.”
I climb out of bed and make my way downstairs to open the front door. The front light is on, but she’s not there. I look around. Where is she? “Miss Brielle?”
“Boo!” She springs out from around the corner, and I jump.
“What the hell?” I cry. Her hair is disheveled and her makeup worn off. She has her gold heels in her hand, and to be honest, she looks even better than she did when she left.
She laughs out loud and points at me. “Ha-ha, got you.” She looks down at me and stumbles back as her pointer finger drops to my stomach. “Ohhhh, your abs are out,” she slurs. “This is an added bonus.”
I look at her, deadpan.
She points at my boxer shorts. “I didn’t know you were coming down in your cutie patootie pajamas.”
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter under my breath. “How much have you had to drink?”
“Way too much. I just nearly had a nap in the front garden.” She nods and then does an over exaggerated hiccup. “True story.”
“Come in,” I sigh.
She links her arm through mine and tiptoes beside me.
I smirk at her over familiarity. “How was your night?” I ask.
“Oh God, my night,” she whispers. “You wouldn’t believe what happened.”
“Try me,” I whisper as we walk through the kitchen.
"Oh." His face suddenly gets excited. "We need to drink truth serum for this story."
I raise my eyebrows. “Miss Brielle, I am not drinking scotch with you at 4:00 a.m.” My eyes drop down her hot body. “Not with you in this state.”
“Okay, good. You watch me drink it then. I need a snack anyway.”
She pushes me down onto a stool at the counter. “Sit there and I’ll make us food.”
“I’m not hungry.”
She smiles sexily and leans over the bench toward me. My eyes drop to her large breasts that are ready to break free from her tight dress.
“All men say they’re not hungry, but they always eat the house down when it’s offered.”
I don’t know if it’s the fact that she’s wearing next to nothing, or the image I get of me eating every last drop of her, but I inhale sharply as I feel my cock begin to swell.
Cut it out.
“Miss Brielle,” I reply.
“Yes, Julian.”
Something about the way she says my name like that makes me smile, I suppose it couldn’t hurt to stay with her while she eats something. “Make it quick.”
