Jason has been calling me every day since I bolted. He says all he wants to do is talk, but every time I hear his voice, I melt. His voice reminds me of a deep baritone angel. I can’t talk to him, because I’ll get lost in the beautiful sound of his voice and instantly forget why being with him is wrong.
I may like younger men, but I draw the line at dating a classmate’s son. It’s bad enough I dated my ex-boyfriend’s father. Every time I think about seeing Jason’s mother’s picture, it re-enforces the fact that he is way too young for me, and that’s a bad thing…but being bad can be very fun.
I picked up my phone and pressed Jason’s number and stared at his picture. Call me weak. I pressed the button and before the second ring, my phone beeped with a call from my assistant. Okay God, I get it. I’ll leave him alone.
“Oh good, I got you.”
“Where are you?”
“I’m coming down the street. Is the client there?”
“Yes, but I don’t think….I mean, Clarice called and she’s a couple of blocks over and she could really use your help. I can handle things here.”
“Dylan, I’m pulling into the driveway. Once I sign the papers you have for me, you can go help Clarice.”
“But Taylor, I mean, boss, really it’s no problem. I’m already here and we’re almost finished with the walk-through.”
I got out of the car and hurried inside. “Dylan, hang up.” I pressed the button, ended the call, walked inside and down the hall to the kitchen.
I love this house. I actually considered selling my house and buying this one, except it’s too big for me. Maybe if I had a family.
Dylan was standing in the doorway of the kitchen with a folder and a pen.
“Hey Taylor, sign where the tabs are and then you can go help Clarice.”
“Where’s the client?”
“He’s down the hall.”
I took the folder and pushed past him. I put my bag on the counter and signed the papers. “Is there anything else?” I handed him the folder.
“Taylor, I really can handle this,” he pleaded.
“Dylan, stop it.”
I heard footsteps approaching. “Go help Clarice and I’ll be there as soon as I finish here.”
“Dylan…leave or find a new job.” He turned and walked away.
I looked in the direction of the footsteps and saw a cute boy, tall, fair skinned, dark hair and gentle eyes. He looked vaguely familiar. Then, I heard a second set of heavier footsteps. I looked in the direction of the footsteps waiting on the client to appear. “Hello Taylor.”
“I see you’ve met my son, Zachary.” He continued into the kitchen.
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