Page 67 of One Bossy Date
Her face lit up. “That’s good news!”
“I’m glad you think so. Imightneed your nanny services longer.”
She leaned back, smiling. “That so? How long are we talking? A month? Two months?”
“Most likely.”
“Hmm…let me think about it,” she teased. “You want my very excellent and very convincing fake fiancée services too?” She smiled at me, adjusting her bikini top. I couldn’t help it when my eyes dropped to her chest. In line with the surface of the water, I could see her nipples protruding against her bikini top.
“I believe Imight.”
“And Imightbe inclined to say yes.”
“That’s a yes?”
“All right, yes.” She beamed, then arched a brow. “Same rules? No kissing, no romance? Just business…right?”
“Of course.”
“But me staying much longer might be risky, don’t you think? People aren’t dumb, you know. They will detect that there’sno romancehere. Wait…I’ve got an idea! I think we should play a romantic game.”
“What romantic game?” This probably wasn’t a good idea. But I was interested in where she was going with this, so I decided to play along. For now.
She thought it over, lifting her shoulder and saying, “We should—at least theoretically—know more romantic details about each other, right? How about twenty questions? But like…you know…an intimate version.”
“Never played. What would that entail?”
“Hmmm…let me start.” She dropped her foot and sat forward excitedly. The motion pushed her breasts together and made them jiggle deliciously. I prided myself on my self-control, but damn it, this woman was pushing my limits.
“When did you lose your virginity?” She raised her eyebrows in question.
“Jumping right in, are you?”
“Yep. Wastingnotime.” She quirked a grin.
“I was fifteen.”
“Wow! Started young, huh?”
“My parents weren’t around too often back then. Dax was just a baby, and they were always concerned about him, so I had a whole rebellious stage.”
“Makes sense. Oldest child syndrome. But sorry, go on, please.”
“You wanna hear thewholestory?”
“Yeah.”
“Her name was Braelynn Brown. She was the—”
“Braelynn Brown?” Zoe interrupted me. “Are you making this up? That sounds like a stage name. Like a movie star’s fake name.”
“It’s the truth, I swear. Braelynn Brown was the daughter of a business associate of my dad’s. She was a few years older than me. Blonde, clumsy in a sweet way, very girly, you know? Very lively. One night when they were in his office, I was asked to entertain her.”
“Toentertain her?” Zoe burst into laughter. “And I’m sure you took that job very seriously.”
I nodded. “I always do. I knew my mom might hear us in my bedroom though. She was with Dax in the next room. So, I took Braelynn to the laundry room, and, quite frankly, I think it only lasted a total of thirty seconds.”
More laughter.