Mr. Masters (Mr. 1) - Page 96
“Okay.” I look around, wondering what to do.
“Go back to your book and relax.” She smiles.
I frown. She is the most confusing woman on the planet. Is she going to spike my food with arsenic?
I pick my book back up and sit back on the lounge.
I sit and listen to her help my daughter over the course of the next three hours. She’s teaching her to make fresh pasta as Sammy watches on from his place on the kitchen counter. Brielle is carefree, funny, and the children dote on her.
They are laughing freely, and I have to stop myself from smiling.
I thought I was just pretending to read before, but that was nothing, because now I’m not even focusing on the words on the page.
All I can hear is her voice, praising and directing my children, laughing and joking them, teaching them little life lessons as she does.
If only she knew she was tempting me to think about things I shouldn’t be thinking.
“Mr. Masters?” she calls.
I glance up, hoping she can’t read my mind.
“Yes, Brielle.”
She smiles warmly. “Can you and Sammy go outside and pick some fresh flowers for the table, please?”
“What for?”
“Because this is a dinner party and we want everything to be perfect.” I roll my eyes, thinking this is extreme. “Very well.” I get up from the lounge, and with Samuel in tow, go out into the garden.
The doorbell chimes at exactly 6:00 p.m. and I answer it. My mother and father greet me happily.
“Julian, this is so exciting.” Mother smiles. “Willow is learning how to cook. We’re so thrilled to be invited.” She kisses my cheek and my father shakes my hand. “Yes, yes, I know. Although this is all Miss Brielle’s idea,” I tell them dryly.
“Grandma and Grandpa!” Samuel squeals as he runs to jump into my father’s arms. “Hello, my boy.” He laughs heartily.
Willow comes down the stairs, smiling, and it’s the first genuine smile I have seen on her in a long time. She kisses my parents on the cheek and my father’s eyes dance with delight. “Where is this new nanny?”
“She’s just getting ready,” I answer.
I look around the house. It’s hard to believe it’s actually mine. The place is spotless with the smell of beautiful Italian food filling the space. The table is set and fit for a king, with fresh flowers and the best cutlery out on display. “Willow,” my mother gasps. “It looks so beautiful.”
Willow looks around proudly. “It was all Brelly.”
“Nonsense.” Miss Brielle smiles as she walks into the room.
My face falls at the sight
of her. She’s wearing a red wrap around dress with her hair down and full. She may just be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
“Miss Brielle.” I gesture to my parents. “This is my mother, Frances, and my father, Joseph.” “Hello.” She smiles warmly as she kisses them both on the cheek.
My fathers' eyes meet mine in a ‘holy shit, son, this woman is hot' way, and I smirk.
I know, Dad, you don’t have to remind me.
“Come in, come in, please.” She gestures to the dining area. “Willow has made us the most amazing feast.”
“Have you, Willow?” My mother gasps again. “This is so exciting.”
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