Tempt The Boss (Tempt 1)

They met while Dad was visiting a friend from college. All it took was one look, and he was hooked. The minute he finished his residency, he came and proposed to Mom, promising to love, honor, and cherish her, and he actually kept those promises.

Mom stayed home with us girls, while Dad grew his practice. He’s retired now, and the practice is in Josh’s hands.

“You know, Josh is coming, and he’s single again,” Mom reminds me, interrupting my thoughts.

“Mom, please don’t. We went on one date, and that was only because I was guilted into it.”

My mother heaves out a huge sigh. “Oh, please, he’s perfect for you! Single and a doctor.”

“Mom, he’s shorter than me, by almost a foot, and he’s balding,” I tell her.

“It’s what’s inside, Lauren, not what’s outside.”

“Mom, he’s thirty!” I yell out.

“So he aged early, there is nothing wrong with that. He’s a total catch,” she says. “Oh, honey, I have to go. The Robinsons just got here. See you Sunday!” She adds, “Oh, and tell Kaleigh that a bra is mandatory!” I laugh and hang up the phone just as Kaleigh walks in.

“That was Mom.” I point to the phone. “She said that a bra is mandatory this time.”

She waves her hand like she isn’t paying attention. “Oh, please, it was one time. How was I supposed to know that you could see my nipples through that pink sundress?” she says while grabbing her almond milk and drinking straight from the carton.

Right when I’m about to scold her to use a glass, the phone rings again. This time I see it’s Austin.

“Hello?” I say tentatively, since he’s never called me.

“I have an eight a.m. meeting Monday morning with Dani to finalize things, since I had to leave yesterday.”

“Okay, I can get in a bit early and get things set up again,” I confirm, looking at Kaleigh, who is looking at me, making the blowjob motion with her tongue poking her cheek.

“I need my dry cleaning. Is it still in your car?” he questions me, and my head snaps up as I wave my arms to get my sister to stop distracting me.

“Um, yeah, I still have it. How about I bring it to you on Monday morning, is that okay?” I’m freaking out and pacing the kitchen floor, while my sister pretends to be humping the counter. I mute the phone and look at her. “Would you be serious? He wants his dry cleaning.” I unmute it while he grunts his okay.

“If that’s all, I have to go. I have to run errands for my Sunday brunch.”

“Yeah, that’s all,” he says and hangs up.

“Oh my god.” I run to my purse, searching for where I put the dry-cleaning bill. Once I find it, I call the number at the top. They answer after one ring.

“Rinse and Clean, how may I help you?” the lady says right before I stutter out.

“Hi, hi, I was in a couple of days ago. I don’t know if you remember me. I needed an order washed twice.” I sit on the stairs. “The number is 076453.”

“Oh, the one who brought back the clothes still in the wrapping. Yes, ma’am, I put a rush on it, and they should be ready in about an hour.”

I look at my watch and see that it’s already almost four. “Okay, thank you. Are you open tomorrow?” I ask her, knowing I won’t be able to get there and back before I have to get Gabe to his soccer game.

“We are open until four on Saturday and noon on Sunday,” she says and hangs up after we say good-bye.

“Fuck! I have to add a stop to our growing list of things to do tomorrow. Next time I offer to host a brunch, kick me in the ass, please,” I tell Kaleigh. The day flies by in a flurry of errands and preparations, and before I know it, it’s Sunday morning.

I set my alarm for eight, since the caterers will be arriving at eight-thirty.

I make my way downstairs just in time to see Kaleigh walk in the door still wearing last night’s outfit.

“Oh, the walk of shame. Nice. Very Nice,” I say while I sip my coffee and she sits down at the counter.

“What’s a walk of shame?” Rachel asks, and I look over at Kaleigh.

“It’s when you are still wearing last night’s clothes,” Kaleigh discloses to her and then whispers to me, “After they were on the floor of the hot guy whose cock you rode all night.” And then she throws her fist, pumping.

I smack her arm and pick up Rachel in my arms. “You get to wear the pretty dress today. Are you excited?” I ask her.

“So excited! We get to go get our hair fixed?” She throws up her hands, mimicking Kaleigh.