Page 6 of Mr. Silver
Fearne
“Where did you find a silver fox?” Mum asks, her eyes wide, excitement dancing in them.
“At school,” I say on a sigh.
“He’s a teacher?”
“No, he’s a self-made gazillionaire who came to give an assembly to the kids, but he refused to leave until I agreed to have dinner with him.”
“And you’re annoyed why? You’ve seen him, right?”
“I don’t need a man, Mum.”
“That is not just any man. I bet most women would fall over themselves to get a chance with him.”
“So I hear,” I mutter, removing my coat and kicking my shoes off.
“Well what are you waiting for? It’s time you let your hair down for once. Go on.”
After getting shooed off by Mum, I pull open my wardrobe and panic. What the hell do I wear out to dinner when the man I’ll be sitting next to looks likehim?
Settling on a little black dress I’ve owned forever, I pull out a lacy set of lingerie hiding at the back of the drawer and get myself in the shower.
I make quick work of getting ready, very aware that I’ve left Scott downstairs with my mum. She could be telling him every single embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to me. Or worse, she could be telling the truth.
The thought has me moving a little faster as I attempt to do something with my hair.
A light knock sounds. Before I get a chance to say anything, Mum has her head in the room.
“Let me,” she says, taking pity on my attempt at a chignon.
In seconds, she has my hair swept up in a sleek twist, leaving a few loose bits around my face to soften the look.
“You look beautiful,” she sings when I stand and pull at the hem of my dress. I’ve gained a few pounds since the last time I wore it. Every curve of my body is most definitely on display right now. “Here, I grabbed these for you. You know, just in case,” she says with a wink, and I groan in mortification when she hands me a couple of condoms.
“Seriously, Mum? Why can’t you be like other mothers and just pretend I don’t know what they’re for or are ever likely to need them?”
“Because, young lady, you’ve been hiding away from real life for way too long. You’ve got an incredible man downstairs waiting for you. I just want you to enjoy yourself, and if that means you might just happen to need one—or two—of these, then so be it.”
“Please, stop. Please,” I beg her.
“It’s time to allow yourself some happiness, Fearne. It’s been years since—”
“Don’t,” I snap, not needing to hear the end of that sentence.
“Okay, fine. But promise me you’ll try to enjoy yourself.”
“I will.”
“Good, because he’s getting impatient downstairs.”
Blowing out a long breath, I follow my mum from the room.
“Whoa.” Scott’s at the bottom of the stairs waiting for me, and I just pray he couldn’t hear our conversation.
My skin burns as his eyes take in every single inch of my body. Tingles follow his journey around and then set up camp between my legs. I’ve no idea if it’s because of the condoms Mum insisted on shoving in my bag or what, but suddenly it’s the only thing I can focus on.
Attempting to shake the thoughts from my head, I remind myself I don’t even want to have dinner with him, let alone anything else.
