Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
“Sure. I can talk to your father and Gran and see if we can reschedule.”
Her face beams with happiness—hope. “Would you? That would be so cool.”
I smile as I pull out of the parking lot, onto the road. "I love that you're having so much fun here. You could be the next Tiger Woods." I roll my eyes. "But with a lot less drama, obviously."
She smiles, clearly happy with herself as she looks out of the windscreen and shrugs. “It’s a lot better than I thought, that’s for sure.”
“See?” I laugh. “I know what’s fun. Although, running your father over in a golf buggy is the most fun any of us have ever had.”
She chuckles and shakes her head. “You’re an idiot.”
We arrive home and I pull the car in beside his Porsche.
He’s home.
A rush of adrenaline runs through me. I go through this every day. Whenever I hear or see his car, excitement fills me, even if I never show it.
When we walk into the house, I hear his deep voice echoing through the halls as he talks to Janine in the kitchen.
He is back in his customary suit, looking neat and respectable for all the world to see. Nobody would ever know that he was on his back two hours ago with his nanny ridding him hard.
I smile at him, and his sexy eyes hold mine. It’s as if he’s silently asking me if I can still feel him deep inside of me. My answer is yes.
Hmm, he’s so hot.
“Hi, Dad,” Sam calls, walking in behind us.
“Hello, Samuel.” He smiles as he messes up his hair.
“Hi, Janine,” I say as I approach her.
She turns and smiles warmly before she kisses me on the cheek. “Hello, my beautiful girl.”
Janine and I have become quite close. I hang out in the kitchen every day while she cooks, and the two of us chat away. She’s a lovely woman.
Julian seems surprised when he sees our interaction.
“You picked a winner when you hired this one, Mr. Masters. The sunlight in this house, she is,” Janine says.
I laugh. “Oh, please, you exaggerator. Tell Janine your news, Will.”
Willow shrugs, clearly embarrassed.
“She has plans this weekend with her new golf friends,” I say for her.
Janine turns to Willow. “Really? This is great news.”
Janine and I have been brainstorming as to how we can help Willow navigate this whole bullying saga, and we both believe making other friends is the key to her finding confidence.
“How were golf lessons, Will?” Julian asks her.
“Good.” She shrugs. “I really like it.”
“And she’s so good at it,” I add as I grab her hand in mine. “I got there early today so I could watch her and I was so amazed at her skills.” I smile at Willow. “She’s very professional.”
Willow grins and Julian’s smile softens, his eyes lingering on my face.
“Do you want to work on your essay now or should we do it later?” I ask her.
She frowns. “Can we do it later? I might take a shower.”
“Sure.” I turn my attention to Sammy. “Come on, kiddo, let’s go shoot some hoops.”
“I’ll get my ball.” He runs upstairs to get his basketball.
Janine disappears into the bathroom.
Julian’s eyes hold mine. “Is this what you do every afternoon when the man of the house isn’t around?”
I bite my bottom lip. “Yes.” I pause. “Sometimes I have secretarial meetings, too, though.”
“How are those?” His eyes drop to my lips.
“They’re the highlight of my week, sir.”
The air between us zaps, and damn it, I want to go back to the hotel right now.
“Mine, too,” he whispers.
We stare at each other, the sexual tension between us is thick. God, I can hardly believe we had sex just a few hours ago. He was deep inside of me and now I’m dying for him all over again.
Janine comes back into the room, effectively destroying our moment, just as Sammy walks in with his basketball under his arm. I bat it out of his grip, steal it and run.
“You snooze, you lose, sucker,” I call.
“Brell!” Sammy calls as he runs after me. “That’s not part of the rules.”
“Rules are for breaking, Sammy,” I call as I bounce the ball down the front steps. “Come at me.”
Julian
I stare at my two friends as they sit across the table from me. We’re at our favorite breakfast restaurant. They’re talking about something printed in the newspaper today, but my mind is on other things.
“You’re quiet today, Masters,” Spence says.
I chew my food and raise my eyebrows as I cut into my omelette.
“I did it.”
They both frown.
“I fucked my nanny.”
Their eyes widen with perfect synchronized timing. “What? I thought you said she was off limits,” Seb says in shock.
“She is.”
“Wait.” Spencer looks between Seb and me. “This is the hot nanny who ran you over at golf last week, right?”