“Bitch!” The last thing Sloan heard before she ended the call was Xeni’s cackle.
Rafe went home and did exactly what he had to do. He packed up all the stuff he wanted to bring with him to the Copelands’ before giving himself an at-home, budget manicure. Then he spilled a gallon of jizz jerking off to the thought of pulling the crotch of Sloan Copeland’s bathing suit to the side and fucking her clean into next week.
He’d told her how he felt and her confused reaction made it clear that even if she liked the look of him, her attraction ended right there. It made sense. This was the real world, not some perfect fantasy where he could somehow engage in a no strings attached fuck-a-thon with the single mother he now worked for.
He fell asleep with Sloan on his mind, but when he woke up in the morning, he was ready to get back to business. His job for this week was to get a sense of Avery and Addison’s rhythms and to look for areas where he could be more helpful to Sloan.
Rafe rolled out of bed and walked into the kitchen where his step-mom, Monica, was making some toast.
“Good morning,” she said, her voice still gravelly.
“Rough night?” Rafe kissed her on the cheek, then started digging around the fridge. He found just enough real milk for his cereal. His sisters already tore him a new one for trying out their almond milk.
“We didn’t stop playing until two, but I won. And I finally got to cuss out Larry Page for disrespecting your father.”
Rafe bust out laughing. Monica engaged in some pretty intense spades tournaments with her friends from her old neighborhood. His dad was terrible at the game and people loved to give him shit for it.
“I’m sure Joe appreciates you defending his honor. He could also just learn how to play.”
“He said he can’t play against me because he loves me too much to win and he can’t be my partner because he’s distracted by my beauty.”
“Oh, that’s slick.”
“That’s your daddy. Hope dragged him out on another one of their nerd adventures, so I’ll drop you off at the doctor’s house when you’re ready.”
Before he could thank her, he heard the telltale sign of a teenager sprinting across the house. Seconds later, his other sister, Gracie, came sliding into the kitchen. She was still in her night shirt and sporting a pair of Spongebob slippers.
“You got the job with the Copelands?” she said with a big smile on her face.
“Yeah, I gotta leave in an hour. Mom is dropping me off.”
“Can I come with you? I really want to meet her.” Rafe glanced over at Monica before turning his attention back to the amped fifteen-year-old. “What? I googled her. She’s the youngest surgeon ever to perform a successful heart transplant and she’s Black!”
“Let me ask her.” Rafe pulled his phone out of his pocket and sent Sloan a text.
Morning, I hope this isn’t too intrusive.
My little sister googled you and
she’s dying to meet one of the most
accomplished surgeons in the country.
Is it okay if she swings by with me?
My step-mom is coming too.
Sloan sent back the laughing emoji with her reply.
I’d love to meet them both.
Thanks.
Last time I’ll show up with an entourage.
I swear.
It’s fine. The girls won’t stop asking
