Mr. Masters (Mr. 1)

I read the information again on my phone. Formal? What the hell constitutes as formal?

Damn him and his confusing sexy invitations. I flip through the rack in the department store, annoyed.

That’s too short, that’s too tight, that’s too daggy.

It’s not like I’m going to be wearing these clothes for long, anyway, is it? He’s going to rip them off my body the moment he sees me.

I smile to myself. What a problem to have. A bottomless credit card to buy something pretty to wear for a date with a big dicked sexy god.

What is my life? I’ve turned into Pretty Woman.

Julian has meetings on and off all day today, but something has changed between us since our meeting yesterday. He’s openly watching me now. He didn’t do that last week. In fact, he avoided eye contact at all costs.

My phone rings and an unknown number pops up.

“Hello,” I answer.

“Hello, Brell, this is Frances.”

Julian’s mother. “Oh, hello.” I smile nervously. Shit, what does she want? Oh my God, does she know?

“I wanted to take you out for lunch today, darling.”

I inflate my cheeks, knowing that I don’t really have time for that today. I want to prepare for my formal porno meeting.

“You don’t need to do that,” I tell her kindly.

“I want to. I’ll pick you up at 12:30 p.m.”

Damn, she’s pushy. “Umm, I’m already in town, can I meet you somewhere?”

“Okay dear. Let’s go to Polpetto. It’s on Berwick Street.”

“Yes, okay, I’ll see you then.”

“Great. I’m looking forward to getting to know you better.” She hangs up.

Fuck. She knows.

Does she know? I bite my thumbnail, knowing she could only really know if he’s told her, but there’s no way he would have told her… would he?

I dial his number. It rings and my stomach flips. I’ve never called him before.

“Hello, my beautiful Bree,” he purrs.

“Hi.” I smile goofily. He makes me giddy.

“How can I help you?”

I get tingles from the sound of his voice.

“Bree? Hello?”

I frown. “Oh, sorry. Did you tell your mother?”

“Tell her what?”

“About us.”