Mr. Masters (Mr. 1)

Janine and I have been brainstorming as to how we can help Willow navigate this whole bullying saga, and we both believe making other friends is the key to her finding confidence.

“How were golf lessons, Will?” Julian asks her.

“Good.” She shrugs. “I really like it.”

“And she’s so good at it,” I add as I grab her hand in mine. “I got there early today so I could watch her and I was so amazed at her skills.” I smile at Willow. “She’s very professional.”

Willow grins and Julian’s smile softens, his eyes lingering on my face.

“Do you want to work on your essay now or should we do it later?” I ask her.

She frowns. “Can we do it later? I might take a shower.”

“Sure.” I turn my attention to Sammy. “Come on, kiddo, let’s go shoot some hoops.”

“I’ll get my ball.” He runs upstairs to get his basketball.

Janine disappears into the bathroom.

Julian’s eyes hold mine. “Is this what you do every afternoon when the man of the house isn’t around?”

I bite my bottom lip. “Yes.” I pause. “Sometimes I have secretarial meetings, too, though.”

“How are those?” His eyes drop to my lips.

“They’re the highlight of my week, sir.”

The air between us zaps, and damn it, I want to go back to the hotel right now.

“Mine, too,” he whispers.

We stare at each other, the sexual tension between us is thick. God, I can hardly believe we had sex just a few hours ago. He was deep inside of me and now I’m dying for him all over again.

Janine comes back into the room, effect

ively destroying our moment, just as Sammy walks in with his basketball under his arm. I bat it out of his grip, steal it and run.

“You snooze, you lose, sucker,” I call.

“Brell!” Sammy calls as he runs after me. “That’s not part of the rules.”

“Rules are for breaking, Sammy,” I call as I bounce the ball down the front steps. “Come at me.”

Julian

I stare at my two friends as they sit across the table from me. We’re at our favorite breakfast restaurant. They’re talking about something printed in the newspaper today, but my mind is on other things.

“You’re quiet today, Masters,” Spence says.

I chew my food and raise my eyebrows as I cut into my omelette.

“I did it.”

They both frown.

“I fucked my nanny.”

Their eyes widen with perfect synchronized timing. “What? I thought you said she was off limits,” Seb says in shock.