Mr. Masters (Mr. 1) - Page 38
She frowns as she listens. “What are the kids like?”
“Sammy is eight and beautiful.”
“That’s the boy?”
“Yes, and the girl, Willow, is sixteen, and she’s a witch.”
“We were all witches at sixteen.”
“Exactly,” I reply. “She’ll warm up to me.” I sip my drink. “Anyway, after Mr. Masters leaves for work, I go upstairs to check on Sammy. He was fine and asleep, so I’m walking back to my room and I walk past Mr. Masters’ room, and I think to myself… I wonder what his room is like, you know?”
“Of course, good question. Anybody would want to know that.”
“So I go in, and I’m looking around, and then I open his bathroom cabinet.”
She lifts her glass at me. “You can tell a lot about a person from their bathroom cabinet.”
“Exactly.” I point at her.
“What did you find out?”
I sip my drink. “That he smells fucking good and he has a lot of sex.”
She giggles.
"Next minute, he's behind me growling and raging with anger when I look up to see his reflection in the mirror. What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Her eyes widen. “He came home?”
"Yes. In some kind of bust a move, backdoor attack."
“Oh no.”
We burst out laughing.
“Then I got caught lying about waking the kids up already when they were still in bed. After that, Willow and I had a stand up row and told each other to fuck off on the way to school.”
She puts her hands over her mouth in horror.
“And then he and I drank some freaky truth serum while he fired me.”
She downs her drink again. “Are you for real? Did this shit really happen?”
“I swear.”
“But I talked him round, and now I have nineteen days to prove myself before he fires me again.”
She looks at me, speechless.
“But…. it turns out he’s a scotch nanny virgin, and he is kind of hot, in a rich old guy way. So, I ‘m going to try and be good so I can stay there. I think I can actually do it.”
Emerson holds her hand up. “You’ve completely lost me. What the hell is a scotch nanny virgin?”
“He’s never drunk scotch with his nanny before.”
She frowns. "And we played this mind fuck of a game where he dared me to ask him anything."
She bites her fingernail as she listens, fascinated. “And?”
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