“Oh, great.” I throw my hand up in the air. “Not only do you have me lying to your mother about us not being f**k buddies, but now you want me to tell her a stupid lie about me being interested in sculpting—a subject I know nothing about. What am I supposed to say when she asks me about it?”
He chuckles. “I’m sure you’ll think of something.”
I roll my eyes. “I’m going to tell her that I can’t mind the children on Thursday nights because I will be too busy sucking her son’s pea-sized brain out through the end of his dick.”
He laughs out loud. “That’s a great idea.” He laughs some more. “Not you telling my mother part, but definitely the sucking part. We should practice that technique tonight.”
“Goodbye, Julian,” I respond sharply.
“Goodbye, Bree,” he says with nothing but warmth in his
