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)
“What?” She narrows her eyes. “Why does he always do this? He makes me so mad.”
I widen my eyes. “I know! Me, too. We had this huge fight, so I took the children to Mc Donald’s, making it quite clear that Julian wasn’t invited” I sip my drink. “But… in his defense, he didn’t hear what they said to Willow, I guess.”
She smiles and rests her elbows on the table. “You’re good for him.”
I fake a laugh. “I’m sure he thinks I’m a giant pain in his ass.”
If only she knew that he really wants into my ass.
“Thank you so much for our dinner last weekend. It was lovely seeing the children so happy.” She takes my hand over the table. “I can’t stop thinking about the change in them since you arrived. Especially Will.”
I grin as I squeeze her hand in mine. “Thank you for coming. They are such beautiful kids. I’m so lucky to be able to get to spend time with them.” I widen my eyes. “Oh, I forgot. Willow has been invited to play golf with her new friend this weekend.”
“Willow’s playing golf now?”
"Yes, I enrolled her in lessons. I thought it could be something that she and her father could do together."
She narrows her eyes. “Are you in a relationship, dear?”
“No.”
“Hmm.” She smiles against her wine glass.
“What are you thinking?” I smirk
“Nothing.” She smiles sarcastically. “I was just going to give you some tips, you know, in case you ever had an inkling or urge to,” she shrugs and waves her wine glass around in the air. “… date my Julian.”
I fake a laugh to cover my lying ass. “Oh, you’re so funny.” I should’ve got wine. Hell, I should’ve got tequila.
She falls serious. “Am I? Or do you want to hear my advice?”
I frown.
“I know why every single woman who tries to snag him fails.” I sip my coke; I need to know the tips without her knowing I need to know the tips.
“You are a character,” I tease as I down my drink.
“Julian hasn’t had a girlfriend since Alina died.”
“His wife?”
She nods. “It did something to him.”
My face falls.
“He closed off when he met her, and he never recovered after she died.”
“That’s so sad,” I whisper.
“It is, but now he’s very lonely.”
“I know he sees people… women,” I tell her to try and make her feel better.
“Yes, but only on his terms.”
“His terms?”
“He only wants to see a woman to use her for sex. As soon as they fall in love with him, he breaks it off every single time.”
“He told you this?” I can’t imagine him ever telling anyone this, let alone his mother.
“He doesn’t have to. I know that’s what happens. He calls them needy.”
“Why is it so bad if anyone falls in love with him? I don’t understand.”
“He doesn’t want the responsibility of making anyone else happy. He’s guarded. A lot of women want him for his money, and he’s more than well aware of that.” It’s not the money I want. It’s his huge jackhammer dick, I think to myself.
“Why would any woman chase a man just for his money? It’s an absurd way to live.” I tut.
She sips her wine as she studies my face. “Do you know anything about Julian’s money, or about the Masters Group, dear?”
“No, and I don’t want to. Just talking about money makes me uncomfortable.”
She smiles, as if impressed, making me feel like I’m at a job interview.
Our meals arrive. “About those tips you have,” I say as I take my first mouthful, of food. I know I shouldn’t be hinting, but this is need to know information. I could sell it on the black market.
She smirks at me. “Well, if I were to date Julian, I would keep my cards very close to my chest because he will run if he senses a relationship blooming.”
I frown.
“And we wouldn’t want to scare him off too soon, would we?” She takes a mouthful of her food. “We would wait until he’s unaware of his emotions.”
I can’t believe it. She’s actually come here today to tell me how to snag him. Julian was right, she is as sharp as a tack. I put my knife and fork down on my plate and pick up my drink. “You do know that Julian and I are not suited, right?”
“Julian is not suited to anyone. He’s troubled, dear, but he’s different with you.”
I sip my drink as I stare at her. “What do you mean?”
“He knows his money doesn’t interest you. He knows his children adore you. He can’t take his eyes off you whenever you’re in the room. You don’t even know it, but he is already putty in your hands. What you do with that putty and how you knead it will determine the outcome.”
I wipe my mouth with my napkin. “I can assure you that Julian and I are just platonic co-workers,” I lie through my teeth.