Page 8 of Being Julia

“Yes,” I answered softly.

“Well, then, I guess I’ll be meeting him tonight before he takes you out on a?—”

“Date, Connor. He’ll be picking her up and taking her on adate,” my mom said as she walked into the kitchen.

He looked at her and pursed his lips. “I know that, Ellery. Why do you have to keep emphasizing that word?”

I couldn’t help but laugh as I got up from the table and started walking out of the kitchen.

“Julia?” my dad said as he cleared his throat.

I turned around, and he had his finger on his cheek. I smiled as I walked over to him and kissed him goodbye.

“How nervous are you that Brody is meeting your parents?” London asked as she lay across my bed.

“Very nervous. I’m not worried about Ellery. It’s my dadI’m worried about. God knows what kind of interrogation he’ll put Brody through.”

“So, are you going to have sex tonight?” she asked.

I peeked my head out of my walk-in closet and smiled. “I don’t know. We’ll see. Do you have any tips for me?”

“No. But it does hurt the first time, so prepare yourself. Remember the first time I did it? I came to you crying afterward because it was awful.”

“I remember. But I also remember that it was John’s first time, and you said he didn’t know what he was doing. I don’t have to worry about that with Brody. He has plenty of experience.”

“Just make sure you use protection, Julia,” she said.

“Don’t worry. I’m not stupid.”

I slipped on my black leggings, a long tank top, and a short black jacket. I needed to make sure my ass was covered, or my dad wouldn’t let me out of the penthouse. I curled my long blonde hair and looked at the time. Brody was going to be here any minute.

“Don’t forget your tall black boots.” London smiled as she handed them to me.

We walked downstairs to the living room, where my mom sat on the couch looking through an art magazine.

“You look amazing, sweetheart.” She smiled.

“Thanks, Mom. Where’s Dad?”

“He’s in his office. Good luck. Let me know if he gets out of hand.”

London sat next to my mom and looked at the art magazine with her while I stepped into my dad’s office. He looked up at me and just stared.

“Well?” I asked as I turned around in a circle.

“You look exactly like your mom.” He smiled. “You look beautiful, princess.”

“Thanks, Daddy.”

My mom called my name and told me that Brody had arrived. I took in a deep breath as my dad followed me out of his office.

“You be nice,” I said.

“I’m always nice, Julia.”

We reached the living room where Brody was talking to my mom and London. I smiled at him, said hi, and then introduced him to Connor Black.

“Brody, this is my dad. Dad, this is Brody Sullivan.”

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