Forbidden Kiss (Carson Cove Scandals 1)
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“You’re welcome to use any of mine if you want.” He pointed towards the wall. “Except the Maserati. That’s the one I drive.”
“How many cars do you have?” I looked where he was pointing and saw a rack with at least a dozen sets of keys. “Oh wow!”
“If you use one of my cars, please stay off your cell phone—no texting and driving.” He tilted his head slightly. “I mean that. Your mother will kill me if something happens to you when I’m supposed to be looking after you.”
“Yeah, no problem.” I nodded quickly. “Wait—looking after me?”
“Of course.” He narrowed his eyes. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not your babysitter, but you’re still a kid…”
Ouch…
“I mean…” I looked down at the table for a moment. “I’m eighteen. I think I can manage on my own…”
“Maybe, but you’re still my responsibility while you are living here.” He slid his chair back and started to stand.
“Are those all of the rules?” I looked up at him, feeling slightly offended that he thought I was just some kid he
had to look after.
“The basics, yeah.” He nodded. “Just stay out of trouble.”
“I don’t think that will be a problem.” I looked away before he could see me roll my eyes.
“Good to hear. I’d hate to have to ground you or something.” He chuckled and started walking towards the door.
Great, so this is basically like high school—except I live in a mansion and I get to drive a fancy car if I want…