I cringe.
What am I supposed to say to that?
It’s not like I can tell him that I want to leave because I am desperately attracted to his mom and want to fuck her all over this damned house.
I can’t make up a work emergency either, because he will see right through that.
“Promise me,” Paul repeats.
I think about Beth alone in this monstrous beach house.
I can’t do that to her.
I may not be the company that she wants, but I am the company she has.
So, I am going to need to pull myself together and prepare myself for a very long, very frustrated week.
“I promise,” I tell him.
“Thank you,” he says. “Try to have some fun, okay? It’s your vacation, too.”
I laugh. He really has no idea. “I’ll do my best.”
I end the call and take another deep breath.
I head downstairs to break the news to Beth.
Chapter Four
Beth
I can’t decide what I want to do first. I should probably get groceries, but I want to wait to see what Paul wants first. Knowing him, it’s frozen pizza and tacos. I could also go on a walk and check out the neigborhood.
I really want to go for a swim, but it feels awkward with just me and Justin in the house.
I brought one-pieces, but still.
It’s not like you can hide what your body looks like in a swimsuit.
Thinking about myself in a swimsuit makes me start to think about Justin in a swimsuit.
What will all those muscles look like when they are not covered by clothes?
Good lord.
I am losing my mind.
If my friends knew that I was lusting after my son’s best friend, they would have me checked into a facility.
This is not the kind of woman I am.
I’m the kind of woman who goes to work, then goes to the gym, then comes home, cooks dinner and goes to sleep. I do not date really. I go to happy hour with my friends on the weekends. I occasionally date, and when I do, they are all men my age or older.
I have never wanted a man sixteen years younger than I am.
But today?
I cannot get Justin and his brand new body out of my head.