Mr. Masters (Mr. 1)
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I start the car and drive home with the goofiest smile plastered on my face.
I can’t believe I actually I had the guts to write that. I have to talk to Emerson. No, I can’t let her know anything just yet. There isn’t really much to tell, and besides, I’m not in the mood for a lecture. I want to have frivolous fun, lecture free.
I pull the car into the carport and my email pings. I scramble through my handbag to retrieve it. I frown as I open it. It’s an invitation of some kind.
Julian Masters
Requests the company of
Bree Johnston
Occasion: Situation inspection.
Date: 28th May
Time: 8pm
Place: Scarfes Bar, Rosewood London
Dress code: Slutty
My mouth falls open at the last line.
Dress code slutty! What the fuck?
I burst out laughing. What do you wear when the dress code is slutty?
I go over the invitation again and again, until I register the date. Hang on… that’s tonight.
My phone rings, an unknown number appearing on the screen.
I answer, “Hello.”
"Oh, hello, darling. It's me, Frances."
Julian’s mother. “Hello.” I smile.
“Julian isn’t able to get home from his conference tonight, he just called me. I will come and pick up the children at 6:00 p.m. and they can sleep at my house, if that’s okay?”
“No, you don’t have to,” I reply without thinking.
“No, it’s fine. I know you have plans tonight.”
I bite my bottom lip to stifle my smile. That’s right. I’m inspecting the situation. Visions of Julian wanking flash through my mind, and I smile to myself.
Is this really happening?
“That would be great, thank you,” I tell her.
“See you then, darling.”
“Thanks.” I hang up and get back into the car with renewed purpose.
I’ve got to get some laser, a pedicure, and some serious slut wear.
The cab pulls up in the circular parking bay of the ritzy Rosewood hotel. My heart is hammering so hard in my chest, I have no idea how I’m not in the hospital already. As soon as the children got picked up, I started running around in a mad flap to get ready.
I glance down at myself and shake my head. I’m wearing a large trench coat and looking super serious to the outside world, but underneath is a completely different story.