Page 47 of Tailored for Them

I made direct, unblinking eye contact with her until she fulfilled my silent request.

Sit with me. Be with me.You’re safe.

Nicole smiled and gently sat her cute little ass on the farthest cushion from me, keeping herself out of the frame of Violet’s call.

“What you need to realize, my sweet wholesome Violet—”

I was interrupted by a humorous snort from her end, “If only you knew hownotsweet and wholesome my mind has been lately.”

I widened my eyes, “I’m coming back to that. But my point is, that you’re not lying to the district about Gracie’s struggles. You have good reason to want to increase her one-on-one support hours during the school day. The issue you’re dealing with is that school districts like this will always,alwayswant to cut corners when it comes to their special ed programs. So, if you list all of Gracie’s behaviors, but then try to put a band-aid over them by saying, ‘But she’s improved with her AAC in the last month,’ then the district will take that as an opportunity to hit you back with, ‘Well, see? Her communication skills are still improving, so we don’t need to pay for her to have more support.’”

Violet frowned before scraping her fingernails through her scalp, “Fucking fuck.”

Nicole started making hand gestures from her spot on the couch, and I tilted my head at her in confusion, “What?”

“I didn’t say anything else,” Violet replied from my phone.

Nicole blushed and started waving her hands around again and mouthing words I couldn’t interpret.

“What are you saying?” I asked, still confused.

“Who are you talking to?” Violet asked.

“Nicole,” I replied.

Nicole slammed her mouth shut; a beautiful blush stained her cheeks as she widened her eyes at me in shock.

“Oh—hi Nicole!” Violet waved and leaned closer to her phone.

Nicole covered her face with her hands and slouched on the couch. I realized Nicole wasn’t wearing pants yet and refrained from panning my phone over to her.

“Wait, wait,” Violet narrowed her eyes at me, “Why is my CFO at your place at eight-thirty in the morning—” Violet’s jaw dropped suddenly before she transformed her face into a mischievous grin and started wiggling her eyebrows, “You two had a sleepover, didn’t you?”

“Yup,” I smirked when Nicole grabbed a throw blanket off the back of the couch and covered herself up completely in it, squirming, “Nicole is being timid about it, though.”

“Why?” Violet rolled her eyes before cupping her hands around her mouth and saying, “You’re allowed to have sleepovers, Nicole!”

“I knowthat.” Nicole’s voice was muffled under the blankets before she poked her head out, and because she was now sufficiently covered, I turned the phone toward her so she could speak to Violet directly. “I just didn’t realize we were telling our mutual friends about our sleepovers. That’s all.”

You have nothing to worry about, I wanted to tell her,I love you too fucking much to lose you, mutual friends or not.

“I can’t believe my CFO and Gracie’s OT are doin’ it,” Violet giggled, “I’msosex deprived. Please tell me everything. Have you been seeing each other for a while?”

“Why are you sex deprived?” Nicole asked, sitting up a bit more. She finally scooted closer to me so I could wrap an arm around her slender shoulders, pulling her snugly against my body.

She fit so perfectly there.

When she adjusted the throw to cover some of my legs as well, I even sighed with contentment.

“Ugh,” Violet groaned and threw herself back in her chair, clearly forgetting she was sitting at a kitchen island and not a bed or couch. She almost fell backward, giggling at herself when she stabilized and focused back on the conversation, “This stays between the three of us, especially you, Nicole.”

Nicole snuggled closer to me, “Okay.”

On the screen, Violet made a show of checking her surroundings to make sure the room was empty before she leaned close to her phone. So close, we could only see her eyes and forehead, “I’m so,sohorny for Brandon’s brother.”

“What!?” Nicole laughed, shaking the two of us, “What’s his name again? Grayson or something?”

“His name is Graham,” Violet whispered into the phone, “And I’ve never wanted a man to be inside of me more.”

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