Page 270 of Hell Hath No Fury
“I know. It’s adorable. But you’re overthinking this, Sam. They don’t care about what we do, as long as we can afford to pay the fees.”
“You think?”
“I know. Trust me. Roman will get in, because he’s a bright little boy and will be an asset to any school’s statistics.”
“I do trust you, it’s just—”
“Nah-ah!” He puts his hand across my mouth, the perfect gag. “I’m sure they are selective; however, all they really care about is how they are going to perform in the league tables. Roman is top of his class, if that’s such a thing in pre-school.” He rolls his eyes once more, and I laugh. It is kind of absurd. Even so, it is what it is, and these are the hoops we have to jump through, because we want the best for him. Jason continues with his somewhat jaded ‘reassuring’ speech. “Roman is smart. They will want him. They have to keep their top spot on the league tables to justify charging ten grand a term for your child to finger-paint.”
“Fucking London prices,” I mumble into Jason’s hand.
“Fucking London prices. We could always move to the sticks. It’s worked for Daniel and Bethany. Their kids go to the local primary school and love it.” He removes his hand, and I shift in his hold, sit up, and am facing him with an incredulous look on my face.
“Really?”
“Yeah, I believe…what?” He tips his head, noticing my dropped jaw and shocked expression mid-sentence.
“I’m just imagining you and Mr. Stone chatting about primary schools and country living. It’s a strange image.”
“Family men, what can I say?” He shrugs, unfazed by my mocking comment.
“Next thing, you’ll be telling me Daniel plays Santa at the school’s Christmas party.” I snort laugh as the image hits my brain.
“If he does, do you think he’ll look as sexy as me in my hat?” He wiggles his brow playfully, and I reach for his hat, pull it off him, and put it on to my head.
“No one looks as sexy as you in that hat, except maybe Will,” I muse. He tackles me flat against the bed, and does his worst.
“Oh, you are gonna pay for that.” His fingers fire across my ticklish spots, hitting every one, again and again.
“No, no…we don’t have time.” I’m struggling and gasping for air; he’s like a demon possessed with devilish fingers. I squirm and wriggle until I manage to work my way to the end of the bed. My pleading goes unheeded, but I do manage to get away from his grasp when he’s momentarily distracted by the baby monitor bleeping on my phone. Jumping to my feet I walk over, catching my breath and scowling at my husband. “We don’t have time for more shenanigans.”
“It wasn’t shenanigans; it was tickling.”
“That growing erection says otherwise, mister.”
He shamelessly palms his growing cock, and even as I shake my head and walk toward the shower he calls after me. “I wonder if Will wouldn’t mind covering for an extra hour.
“Tempting, but I don’t want to take the piss. Your twin may love to babysit; however, he has to do it all again in three days.”
“Why is that?” Jason sits up, his cock still in his hand.
“St. Michael’s has its Christmas mixer for the potential new parents.” I wince out an apologetic smile.
“Oh, god.” Flopping back on the bed, he groans.
“It’s worse than that.” Stepping into the shower room, I poke my head back around the door.
“Seriously? How is that even possible?” He looks up, and I flash a fixed and very false smile.
“It’s fancy dress,” I declare.
CHAPTER TWO
It’s my last day at work, and I have a few loose ends to tie up before I shut down for the holidays. I love Christmas. We keep it small, Will usually comes over and stays, if he’s not working, and he just loves the kids. They adore him, especially Roman. Madi is still a little young to join in the rough and tumble, but Roman loves it. We tend to go away for New Year, sometimes with Daniel and Bethany, sometimes just us, and Christmas Day is always at home, with our little family.
My assistant knocks on my door, and then pops his head through the gap before I can ask him to come in. He’s new, keen, terribly formal, and frequently looks like a deer in the headlights.
“Your one o’clock is here, Mrs. Sinclair.”
