Find Me Alastar

“Where are you?” I ask Brielle down the phone. After dragging Hank shopping all morning he has had

enough and has escaped home to do an assignment that is due on Monday. I am meeting Brielle for lunch

to discuss the surprising current affairs.

“Just coming around the corner now.”

I look up and see her turn the corner, beaming like an idiot.

I stare at her. “What?”

She bites her lip to stifle her smile. “What do you mean?” She links her arm with mine and we turn to

walk to the café.

“What’s with the stupid grin?” I ask.

“We are going out tonight.”

I frown. “Who?”

“Mr. Masters and me.”

“Bullshit.”

“Nope.”

“How did this happen? I thought we were going out?” I frown.

“His date cancelled so he asked me to come to a function with him.”

I stand still on the spot and she nearly pulls my arm out the socket.

“Tonight?” I snap.

She nods proudly.

“Where are the kids going?”

She laughs. “Who cares? I need to get laid and I need Mr. Masters to do the job.” I shake my head.

“Frigging hell, this is unexpected. You are the shittiest nanny by the way.”

She laughs and throws me a wink. “I agree with you.” We continue to walk up the street arm in arm.

“We need to go shopping after lunch and get me a sexy outfit.” She smiles excitedly.

“Like you need a sexy outfit to seduce him.”

She shakes her head and we walk up the steps into our new favorite lunch hang out. We always order

the same things and head straight to the counter to order. It shortens our waiting time.

“Can I help you?” The super cute waiter smiles at us. Brielle and my eyes meet. We have had many a

conversation about how we would like to tie this guy to our beds and punish him for hours. He is a

definite attraction for this place’s female customer base.

“Two Thai beef salads and two diet Cokes please,” I order.

He smiles broadly at me and Brielle discretely puts her hand on her chest as she silently swoons.

He turns his back to us to get our table number sign and our eyes immediately drop to his cute behind.

What a pair of dirty perverts we are.

“I will bring it out.” He smiles.

We walk over to the table. “God damn, I could do him some damage right there on this table. He’s

insane,” Brielle murmurs, her eyes stay fixed on him as she pats the table in front of us.

“I know, right.” Our eyes both linger on him behind the counter.

Our drinks arrive. “Thank you.” We both smile.

“So, how did this happen?” I ask.

“Well, it was after I spoke to you, so about ten.”

I look a her deadpan. “He knocked on your door about ten?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You should have given him a masturbation show and returned the favor.” She nods and rolls her eyes.

“Anyway, he asked if I was free tonight and if I would accompany him to his dinner.”

I smile.

She smirks.

“Did he say he didn’t have a date and you are the reserve, or is he asking you to be his date of his own

accord?” She shrugs. “I don’t know. I heard him telling Willow that he was taking me this morning.”

“What did she say?”

“She rolled her eyes and said he is old enough to be my father.”

I bite my bottom lip in horror. “Really? What did he say to that?”

“He didn’t answer, but I really wanted to jump around the corner and point in her face and say, I have

seen his dick in action and there is no sign of ageing in it at all, little Miss Bitch face.”

“I would have paid big money to watch you say that,” I mumble with my mouth full.

She looks at me, deadpan. “This witch is going to make my life a living nightmare, I just know it.”

I smirk. “Wait till she finds out that you’re frothing over Daddy dearest and all the disgusting things

you want to do to him.”