Forbidden Taste - Filthy Romance

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. It all looks very suspicious from my position at the back of the line. "What d

," Emerson replies. We shuffle toward the

. I'm going to work for a judge as a nanny, while Emerson, my best

lier so we could have spent so

t this week because she's going away nex

or three days with a complete

y new boss,

me and stay with you nex

is secure. However, poor Emerson will be livin

I say. "I don't want it to look

ling, and I already feel so alive. Emerson

running from a destructive past, one that invo

st didn't love me.

pants, and I wouldn't be at Heathrow Air

the wrinkles from my dress. "She'

oadly. "You look exactly how a twenty-fi

p myself from smiling stupi

our bosses na

roll through the emails until I get to the on

story again? I know you've tol

, widowed five years ago." "

y she's quite wealthy." I sh

nds

I hope the

he line. "We are definitely going

at are you going

day and it's Thursday today." She frowns as she watc

told you a thousand times, we'r

re nervous than I am, but at least I'm acting

nd a phone shop tomor

ka

nally, half an hour later, we walk into the ar

?" Emerson whispers a

N

to pick us up. Typical

will be her

do if no o

possibility. "Well, I don't know abou

. "Oh, look, there's your name

ith the name Brielle Johnston on it. I force a smile and wave m

and smiles at

d commanding. "Yes,

and to shake mine.

h

yes

ma

es his

nd out. "And this is my friend, Emerson, who I'm travel

e covers it. "Nice to meet you." He turns to

is clearly loving this shit.

u were a woma

time I checked I was all

that out loud? Oh m

s so a

home. This

marching off in that direction. My horrified eyes meet E

a fucking man,"

She smirks, her

. Masters?" I

rns.

We... we are just going to use th

n. I grab Emerson by the arm and drag her into the bathroom. "I'm not

kay. How did

gh the emails quickly. I knew it. "I

m her cubicle. "I would prefer to work

is a shit idea. How the hell d

atter. You'll hardly see him, anyway, and you're not working weekends w

he car

om my ears. "I'm going to kill yo

mething else. I will get my phone sorted tomorrow and we can start looking elsewhere for an

is a disaster, Em," I whisper. Suddenly every fear I had about tr

to be one we

lift to hold

les as she pull

ror, fix my hair, and straighten