Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13644 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13644 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
“What’s unique about the situation?” I ask, preparing myself for a child that has been removed from a traumatic situation. I’ve heard all the horror stories while I was in class and believe me they were doozies.
“It’s probably better for you to just come in. Is an hour from now good?” I look at my watch and quickly at the schedule on my desktop. It’s almost lunchtime.
“Yes. That would be fine.”
“You have the address?”
“Yes. I’ll see you in an hour.”
“Perfect. See you then.” The caseworker hangs up before I can say anything else. I refuse to build anything up in my head about this unique situation, but I vow to help the kid in any way I can. I finish up work just in case this takes longer than I think it will. As soon as I’m satisfied, I head out.
“I’ll be out for the rest of the afternoon, Tova. I’ll need you to reschedule my afternoon meeting for some time next week.”
“Sure thing, boss. See you Monday.”
“You bet.”
After leaving the office, I walk down the block to The Brick, my favorite pizza place for a quick slice. Instead of my usual beer, I opt for a soda instead. After eating, I walk over to the DCS building, taking the elevator up to the tenth floor.
“I’m here to see Dora Honeycutt,” I tell the receptionist.
“Of course, sir. Do you have an appointment?”
“I do. Jackson Prince.” She clacks away on her keyboard.
“Ah, here you are,” she says, handing me a visitor's badge. “Third door on the left. Mrs. Honeycutt will be with shortly. Can I get you anything while you wait?” Her suggestive wink makes my stomach roll. I don’t have time for women in my life. I dated some in college, never for very long and I haven’t fucked anyone since then. Once I graduated, I was all business all the time. I haven’t found my life lacking in the least.
“No thanks,” I say, walking away from her.
“Asshole,” I hear her mumble under her breath, which makes me laugh. I am an asshole, and I don’t give a fuck who knows it either.
I walk into the room the receptionist directed me too and stop short when I see a beautiful girl sitting at the glass table. Through the table, I can see she’s wearing a short skirt that sits high on her thighs because her legs are crossed. Her long, toned legs. Fuck. I’ve never seen such a beauty before. Her beauty is only marred by the dark circles under her eyes and the fact that I can see her ribs though her tiny tank top. I feel a sudden urge to take care of this girl for the rest of my life. I’ve never once felt anything like this before and I find that I like it.
“Mrs. Honeycutt?”
“Oh no. I’m Jeniveve Palmer.”
“Are you an intern or something?” I ask still pretty much struck by her beauty.
“No.”
“Ah. Mr. Prince,” a voice says from behind me.
“Mrs. Honeycutt, I presume?” I ask, turning away from Jeniveve.
“Yes,” she says, extending her hand. I take it and shake it quickly. “Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise. Now, please tell me about this unique situation.”
“Have you met Miss Palmer?”
“I did.”
“Great. Miss Palmer has twin eleven-year-old…”
“You have eleven-year-old sons?” I ask, looking over to her. Perhaps she’s older than I think she is but just the thought of her fucking another man makes me see red.
“No, sir. Brothers. Jason and Julian.”
“How old are you?” I ask, needing to know more than my next breath.
“Eighteen, just today.”
“Happy birthday,” I say automatically, thanking God that she’s legal. I push the fact that yesterday she was a fucking child out of my mind because the thoughts I’m having about her right now are definitely for a woman.
“Right, well since she’s eighteen, she’s aged out of the group home I placed her in. Jason and Julian have been asked to leave the home I placed them in…”
“They are good boys, I swear.” Jeniveve says.
“So, what can I help you with? You want me to take her brothers?”
“And me too.” Jeniveve whispers.
Fuck. If this girl is in my house, I’ll never be able to keep my hands off of her. Fuck it. If she’s close I can sink my cock into her whenever I want to. I want her soaking wet and begging for my cock. Yes. That will do nicely.
“That is exactly what we’re hoping for, Mr. Prince. I’ll leave you and Jen to talk this over.”
“Is that normal procedure?”
“Honestly, no, but nothing about this is,” she says, wildly gesturing around the room. “Right down to the fact that single men aren’t usually an option for this sort of thing. Twenty minutes?”
“That would be great. Thank you, Mrs. Honeycutt,” Jeniveve says. The other woman leaves the room, leaving me blessedly alone with the beauty in front of me. “Won’t you sit down?”