Page 11 of The Live-In Temptation (Steele Brothers of Starlight Cove #2)

CHAPTER TEN

CHLOE

After my first week on the job, three things had become abundantly clear.

First, getting Emma out of the house and to school on time was basically like training for an Olympic sport.

Second, there were rules in this house, and the number one was not to touch Xander’s sacred coffee mug.

And finally, if I wanted this job to last, there was no way I could spend the entire weekend in the house with him.

I’d barely held on during the grand total of ninety minutes we’d spent in each other’s company this week. All day and all night in a confined space together with only a very independent four-year-old to serve as a buffer?

Absolutely not.

I’d either get fired or fucked—maybe both. And while one of those sounded pretty damn good, I couldn’t afford the other. Which meant I couldn’t afford either .

Since Xander wasn’t on call and didn’t have a shift this weekend, he was available for full-time Emma wrangling, so I was taking the opportunity to get the hell out.

Chloe:

SOS

I need a distraction

Preferably one that involves tequila, battery-powered friendship, and zero proximity to Chief DILF

Do you need help hawking flavored lube again?

Mabel:

Oh honey, I always need help hawking flavored lube.

Chloe:

Thank god

My resolve is dangling by a thread

And that thread is wrapped around Xander’s towel

(Which he was wearing when I LITERALLY ran into him on Monday)

I have to GTFO before I dry hump my boss with nothing but Emma’s stuffed unicorn as witness

Mabel:

I’m not sure I see the problem…

Chloe:

MABEL!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mabel:

Fine, fine. Distress call answered. You, me, and three pleasure parties this weekend.

Tonight, we’ve got a birthday girl who just turned 69. Tomorrow’s a church basement full of horny PTA moms. And on Sunday, we’re crashing Bev’s divorce party. The woman is in need of a high-speed come-to-Jesus courtesy of our Pussy Destroyer.

Chloe:

Sounds like an experience

Mabel:

The parties or the PD?

Chloe:

Yes

Mabel:

Right on both counts. Meet me at my house in 20. I’ve got a trunk full of orgasms, a matching set of penis tiaras, and a fresh batch of pot brownies with your name on them.