The Soccer Mom's Bad Boy

The Soccer Mom's Bad Boy by Jordan Silver Read Free Book Online

Book: The Soccer Mom's Bad Boy by Jordan Silver Read Free Book Online
Authors: Jordan Silver
taking my seat. Everything I did was casual like, it would take another trained professional to catch the signs, but I was on high alert.
    That was something else I’d known was going to change. Whereas before I had only myself to look out for, I was now taking on two innocents.
    I let Alana take point on this first of what I hoped would be many family outings, because I understood that although I’d spent hours the night before buried deep inside her mother, she was the deciding factor. I understood and accepted that and was actually proud of my girl because of it.
    Research had given me the bare bones, but watching the interactions between the two of them would give me the rest. I felt relaxed, more so than I thought I would in this situation.
    Under cover of my dark shades I studied Ilene in the light of day. I was also very aware of my feelings in her company and was pleased to note that the attraction went deeper than just the physical. I actually really fucking liked her.
    I liked listening to her voice as she spoke to her kid, or the easy way they laughed with each other. I liked even more the ease with which they both included me. All in all it was a good start.
    Breakfast was easier than I thought it would be but I was happy as fuck to get it out of the way. I think I sweated more in the last hour and a half than I have at any time since my first job. When Alana took my arm and walked ahead of her mom when we left the restaurant I wasn’t sure what the fuck to expect.
    “Please don’t hurt my mom, she’s really nice.” Well fuck, I had been prepared to give my all to the mother, I never once expected to be bowled over by the daughter.
    I stopped in my tracks and turned to face the young girl who had so much of her mother in her little face. “There’s no way I can give you any guarantees, only time will tell if I’m legit or not, but I promise you the last thing I want to do is harm her.”
    “Well what do you want to do with her?”
    “I think I should discuss that with her first don’t you?” I couldn’t contain my laughter; she was one cheeky little baggage.
    “Well why didn’t you tell her already? Why are adults so difficult?” She said that with all the surety of a preteen who knew it all already.
    “Hey what’re you two whispering about?” Her mom hurried to catch up with us and I lifted my arm for her to fit under as the three of us made our way back to my jeep.
    “We were plotting all kinds of mayhem.” I deadpanned making Alana laugh and relax just a little more as her mom gave us disbelieving looks.
    “I’m not sure that’s not entirely true.” We joked and teased each other all the way back to their house. “Are you coming in?”
    Alana had gone ahead of us into the house and I was standing in the doorway holding her hips in my hands. It was all I would allow myself for now, after holding her hand the whole drive back.
    “Nah, you two need to talk without me here. About the call you made earlier, that was to reassure you that I’m one of the good guys. Everything else you’re gonna have to learn with time. Just know that I’ve marked you and as of last night roughly around eleven o’clock you’re no longer on the market.”
    I kissed her then and turned and walked away.

Chapter 9
     
    ILENE
     
    “I really like him mom, but who is he?” Well isn’t that the million dollar question? What do I say, that I don’t know? Looking at it through her eyes, how would it appear to her?
    This was one of the things I hated about the divorce. Mark had gone on with his life as though he had no responsibilities, leaving me holding the bag so to speak.
    No one was looking at him too harshly for moving on with his life, but I knew as a single mother with a young daughter to protect, everything I do would come under a microscope.
    “He’s someone who’s here on business and I think we like each other.” I found I didn’t know what to say to her. I’d never expected to be having

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