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)
His hand is resting on the steering wheel. "Have a great night. Be safe."
I stay seated in the car, and he looks over and raises an impatient eyebrow.
Oh shit! Get out, you idiot.
I climb out of the car and lean in through the window. “I’m glad the cab company couldn’t bring me. That was way more fun.”
He smiles sexily and revs the engine.
I laugh and shake my head. “See you in the morning.”
The car pulls out and roars up the street as I watch on.
Wow, that was unexpected. Who knew?
I walk into the crowded restaurant to see Emerson waving from her table at the back. I laugh and almost run to meet her. “Oh God, it’s so good to see you.” I smile into her hair, hugging her tight. It feels like so much has happened since I saw her last.
“Look at us being all hot and grown up in London.”
“I know.” I giggle as I fall into my seat opposite her. “Can you believe we are actually here?”
“Yes.” She smiles broadly as a waiter comes over with two margaritas and puts them in front of us.
I hunch my shoulders together. “Are we are drinking cocktails?”
“Why not? It’s our opening night. Screw it.”
I pick up my drink and take a sip. Heaven in a glass. “Ah, that’s the stuff.” I eye my glass suspiciously. “How much are these babies?”
“More than we can afford, but who cares?” She holds her drink up and we clink our glasses together. “To London.” She smiles proudly.
“To London.” I giggle.
“Tell me everything.” She widens her eyes.
I shake my head and hold up my hand. “You wouldn’t believe the three days I’ve had.”
“Try me.”
“Well, Mr. Masters picks me up, and you saw what he was like…”
“Cranky. Has he got any better?”
I shrug. “I don’t know, but get this... I think he jacked off to my photo.”
Emerson spits out her drink and nearly chokes. “What the fuck?” She then goes into a full on coughing fit as she tries to deal with margarita up her nose.
“He showed me to my room and wouldn’t come in, and then later that night, when I was spying on him—”
She scowls hard. “Wait, what? You were spying on him?” she interrupts.
I put my hands over my face. “Long story, but he’s kind of hot.”
“He’s old, Brell.”
“He’s thirty eight… or nine. I’m not actually sure, to be honest,” I reply dryly.
“Either one is still old.”
I roll my eyes. “Anyway, I was spying on him and I saw him take my photo off the fridge. Then he put his hands down his boxer shorts and played with himself.”
Emerson’s eyes widen, and her mouth falls open.
“Then he took the photo and went upstairs to his bedroom.”
“Fuck off.”
“I’ve still got it.” I giggle, and we clink our glasses together.
We smile at each other as we sip our drinks. This is so much fun.
“Oh my God, tell me about Mark?”
She twists her lips. “He’s okay, I suppose.”
I wince. “Just okay?”
“He’s a bit of a dick, to be honest.” She thinks on it for a moment. “I’ve met a few dicks this week, come to think of it.”
For some reason I get the giggles and hold my glass up in a cheers symbol. “Well, I got fired. Beat that.”
Emerson chokes again. “What?” She begins to drain her glass, and I throw my head back and laugh. “What the hell, Brell?”
I shake my head. "The first morning I'm working, the little boy, Samuel, comes into my room sleepwalking. Mr. Masters then came into my room to get him."
She frowns as she listens. “What are the kids like?”
“Sammy is eight and beautiful.”
“That’s the boy?”
“Yes, and the girl, Willow, is sixteen, and she’s a witch.”
“We were all witches at sixteen.”
“Exactly,” I reply. “She’ll warm up to me.” I sip my drink. “Anyway, after Mr. Masters leaves for work, I go upstairs to check on Sammy. He was fine and asleep, so I’m walking back to my room and I walk past Mr. Masters’ room, and I think to myself… I wonder what his room is like, you know?”
“Of course, good question. Anybody would want to know that.”
“So I go in, and I’m looking around, and then I open his bathroom cabinet.”
She lifts her glass at me. “You can tell a lot about a person from their bathroom cabinet.”
“Exactly.” I point at her.
“What did you find out?”
I sip my drink. “That he smells fucking good and he has a lot of sex.”
She giggles.
"Next minute, he's behind me growling and raging with anger when I look up to see his reflection in the mirror. What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Her eyes widen. “He came home?”
"Yes. In some kind of bust a move, backdoor attack."
“Oh no.”
We burst out laughing.
“Then I got caught lying about waking the kids up already when they were still in bed. After that, Willow and I had a stand up row and told each other to fuck off on the way to school.”