Find Me Alastar

She throws her arms up in the air in frustration. “So… he comes to get me from my room-”

I cut her off. “Where were the kids?”

“They stayed at Grandma’s.”

I smile broadly. “Perfect.” She rolls her eyes. “You would think? So, he comes to get me from my

room and his eyes drop down to my feet and back up again, and he’s all sexy eyes at me, I thought, yes, he

might throw me on the bed right there and then.”

I smile. “I take it he liked the dress?” “It was all hot and bothery, and I thought to myself… Yep. It’s

go time. We are so going to fuck.”

I smile as I listen.

“And then we got to the dinner and everyone there was old enough to be my grandparent.”

My face falls.

“And he talks all this intelligent crap with them.”

I screw up my face. “Sounds pretty dull.”

“And then this silly bitch-she works with him-was seated next to us and she asked him in front of

me, Julian, I see you brought one of your daughter’s friends.”

My eyes widen. “She actually said that?”

“Yep.”

I giggle and put my hand over my mouth in shock. “How old was she?”

“Not very old. Maybe thirty-three or four. It was so obvious she was smitten with him.”

“Oh, man.” I keep eating.

“Then he seemed to get embarrassed and went all silent and uncomfortable.”

“What a bitch.” I sigh. “Some people.”

“I know.”

“What did he say when she said that?”

She shakes her head. “This was the clincher. Get this. He said, this is my children’s nanny, Brielle.

He was embarrassed that he brought me.”

“Fuck off.”

“I swear.”

“Oh, crap. What an idiot.”

“I know. I asked him to take me home as soon as dessert was served.”

I take a sip of my Coke. This is a disaster date if ever I heard of one. “What happened when you got

home?”

“He apologized and I told him not to bother asking me out again. I’m just the children’s nanny and it

will stay that way from now on. He should go back to the party and enjoy himself with his stuffy friends.”

“Shit.” I frown. “Did he?”

She nods. “Yep, the asshole waited half an hour for me to fall asleep and then I heard the car drive off.

And he obviously hooked up because he didn’t come home until he picked the kids up in the morning.”

I grab her hand in sympathy and she smiles a stupid smile. “God, men are such fucktards.”

I shake my head in disgust. “It’s true. They really are.”

I hesitate for a few moments. I don’t know how to say this.

“So Alastar turned up at the club on Saturday night.”

She looks at me blankly. “And?”

I bite my sandwich trying to think of the perfect wording. “And I may have gone home with him and

spent the weekend at his house.” I fake a smile.

She rolls her eyes. “Ugh. This guy is so annoying. Why doesn’t he make up his damn mind?”

I shrug as I sip my Coke. “I just really like him, Brell, and unfortunately, I can’t turn it off.” She shakes

her head and lies back to look at the sky until I join her, our heads touching as we stare at the clouds, bothCòntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

lost in our own thoughts.

I shake my head. “The sex is something else, and the way he makes me feel about my body, and his

body…” I hesitate for a moment as I think. “You know, I thought I knew what an orgasm was before I

arrived in London.”

She looks over at me and frowns.

“Alastar gives me orgasms so strong that my body lurches off the bed, or bench, floor, wherever we

are.”

Brielle looks at me. “Maybe I should give Thomas a run around the block.”

I smirk as I look over at her. “I would if I was you. If Twinkle is anything to go by, I imagine Thomas

is genetically blessed, too.

We both stay silent and stare at the sky. “Oh, and he asked me to move in with him,” I add.

“What!” she shrieks as she sits up violently.