Page 4 of Falling Together

Blair was sure that meant Erin was incredibly smart just like Blair’s parents, but she hoped that didn’t keep her from giving Blair a chance. “My parents would’ve loved it if I chose a career like that. My dad is a CEO and my mom is a pharmacist, so I think they were hoping that I would be a bit more…” She struggled to find the right word. “Motivated”Probably not the best thing to admit when I’m trying to be hired for a job.

“Sounds like a lot of pressure. I’m sure you’ll figure it all out in your own time, though.” A long silence filled the space between them, but before Blair could think of a reply, Erin spoke again. “So, I’m not really sure what else to ask, and I’m just about at the daycare to pick up my son. How would you feel about coming over at some point this weekend to spend some time with me and my son and see if this is a good fit for all of us? I know weekends won’t be your usual work days, but I’ll pay you, and I promise to not keep you too long.”

“That works. How about Saturday?” Blair had plans Saturday night and was worried about being hungover on Sunday.

“Saturday would be perfect. How does eleven sound?”

“Sounds great.”

“Awesome. I have to run, but I’ll text you the address. The public pool opens on Saturday so feel free to bring your bathing suit. It’s okay if you don’t want to though. Nolan can survive not going on opening day.”

“I’ll bring it. Wouldn’t want to deprive him of his time in the sun.”

Erin laughed once again. “I think the two of you will get along well. Have a good night. I’ll see you this weekend.”

Before Blair could reply, Erin ended the call. Out of curiosity, Blair pulled up her Facebook messages on her phone to figure out exactly who it was she was talking to. She found the message from Erin and used it to click on her profile. Unfortunately, she was one of those people whose profile was super private, so there wasn’t much to see. She clicked on the one thing that was available to her, which was Erin’s profile picture that had apparently been last updated the previous summer.

Blair practically choked on her own saliva when she took in the woman in the picture. Clad in nothing but a small red bikini, Erin was the literal definition of a MILF. She was petite, but definitely had a little bit of junk in the trunk. Once Blair was finally able to pull her gaze away from that perfect body, she noticed that Erin had straight, dirty-blonde hair that fell around her shoulders and the most stunning blue eyes. Blair was so distracted by Erin that she almost missed the little boy standing next to her in the photo. He was practically Erin’s opposite with his curly brown hair and dark eyes, but even Blair had to admit that he was fucking adorable.

If she could keep her shit together on Saturday, this would definitely be a very interesting summer.

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Remember: she is the mom of the kid you’re trying to babysit, not some hot girl you’re trying to fuck. Keep it professional (and keep it in your pants, for God’s sake).

Blair laughed to herself as she replied to Marisol’s text.Keep what in my pants exactly?

Blair could feel Marisol’s judgment radiating from the phone when her reply came through.For fuck’s sake, woman. She’s probably married to some guy that looks like Ken. You better just hope he doesn’t catch you checking out his wife.

Instead of replying, Blair shoved her phone into her pocket and got out of her car. The last thing she wanted was for Erin to catch her creeping outside of her house forever before she went in, especially since it was already ten minutes past the time she said she would arrive.

She walked onto the front porch of the cute little townhouse and was about to knock when the door swung open. At first, she didn’t see anyone, but when she looked down, she noticed the little boy from the picture staring up at her, head tilted as he studied her. “Are you Bear?”

“It’s Blair, sweetie. B-lair,” a sexy low voice said from somewhere else in the house.

Nolan scrunched up his nose and glared in the direction of the voice. “Bear! That’s what I say.”

“Fine. Could you please tellBearto come in.”

“I says that,” Nolan replied through gritted teeth, clearly not appreciating the joke made at his expense. He stomped his feet, but moved off to the side so Blair could walk through the doorway.

As soon as she was inside, with the door closed behind her, the woman from the picture walked around the corner. She looked exactly the same as her picture, but she was, unfortunately, fully clothed. “Sorry about that. I’m Nolan’s mom, Erin. It’s nice to officially meet you.”

It took Blair a moment to realize Erin was standing in front of her with an outstretched hand because she was so distracted by those fucking eyes. “Sorry. Nice to meet you. I’m Bear,” she said with a wink.

When Erin broke into a wide grin, Blair realized it wasn’t just her eyes that were stunning.You’re supposed to be a fucking professional, not a fuckboy.It was Marisol’s voice she was hearing in her head instead of her own.Goddamn her.

After shaking Blair’s hand, Erin moved her gaze from Blair to her son. “Nolan, sweetie, I have your bathing suit laying out on your floor. Do you think you can get it on all by yourself?”

“I can!” Nolan said before quickly running up the stairs.

Erin smiled back at Blair. “That should buy us a few minutes alone.” She nodded her head down the hallway. “Want to have a seat on the couch?”

“Um, yeah, sure.” Blair wiped her hands on her shorts as she followed behind Erin. Why the hell was she so sweaty all of a sudden?

Once Blair was sitting on the couch, Erin sat down on the loveseat a few feet away. “So, I figured you could hang out with us for a bit and ask me any questions you have along the way.” Erin looked around the room as if she was trying to look anywhere but at Blair. “Do you have any right now?”

Blair shrugged. She was sure she was supposed to have questions, but she had no clue what to ask. “None that I can think of.”

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