Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“And last but not least is Tori Douglas. Her twins, Shiloh and Tyrel, are in Porsha and Lainey’s class.”
Ooooh, the mother of the boy who gave Lainey and other girls chocolate.
A grin tugs at my lips. “Hi.”
“This is Nova Allen, and she’ll be our fifth supermom.”
“I don’t know about supermom,” I mutter with a playful tone. “But I’ll give it my best try.”
Charlotte and I sit down, and she gestures at the coffee table that’s loaded with finger foods, juices, and flavored waters. “Help yourself.”
Jamie lets out an audible sigh, and when I look at her, I can swear she just rolled her eyes at me.
Choosing to ignore the woman, I smile at the other moms.
“We’re so sorry about Rachel,” Jane says, compassion softening her features. “She was such a beautiful soul.”
I’m getting used to my heart clenching whenever Rachel is mentioned. It’s comforting in a way because I never want to forget her.
“Thank you,” I murmur.
“Okay, school is almost over,” Charlotte says, drawing the attention away from me. “I think we need to get the raffle set up so we can gather funds for the kids who would like to go to summer camp but can’t afford to.”
We spend the next hour coming up with ideas of things to raffle, then Jamie says, “You know what would bring in a lot of money?”
She gives me a mocking smirk, and I just know I’m not going to like what she has to say.
“What?” Charlotte asks.
“A chance to win a date with Easton.”
Oh, hell no.
Instead of losing my temper because the whole world knows I’m dating Easton, I suck in a calming breath, force a polite smile to my face, and say, “There’s no way Easton would agree to something like that. The best I can do is to get an autographed photo of him and some merchandise from his latest movie.”
Jamie rolls her eyes again, but luckily, Charlotte jumps in. “That would be great, Nova. I can ask my husband for memorabilia that was used on one of his sets.” When she sees the surprised look on my face, she explains, “My husband is a producer, so I know all about the pressures of the film industry.”
“Oh wow.” The corner of my mouth lifts. “I didn’t know that.”
“We need to discuss the cost of the raffle tickets,” Tori mentions, turning our attention to her.
Jamie remains quiet while Tori and Jane do most of the talking, and I begin to get my hopes up that Jamie won’t say anything else in an attempt to upset me.
When we’re finally done and we’re enjoying the finger foods, Jamie raises her eyebrow at me, and I groan internally.
“How does it feel to be Easton Rowe’s girlfriend?” she asks, her tone dripping with contempt as if she finds it hard to believe that Easton would be interested in someone like me.
Before coming to LA, her behavior would’ve made me feel insignificant, but after living with Easton for two months, my self-confidence has skyrocketed.
“Hush, Jamie,” Charlotte mutters with a frown on her forehead. “I’d like for Nova to come back after today.”
“What? It’s a question every woman wants to hear the answer to,” she defends herself. “Easton never dated, no matter how hard every single mother at the school tried to get his attention.”
“It’s okay, Charlotte,” I say. With a polite smile, I reply, “Obviously, it’s a dream come true. Easton is an amazing man. He really has a way of making me feel loved and protected.”
Jamie looks like she’s sucked on a lemon while the other women practically swoon, and I take it as a sign that I’ve won this round.
Jane leans a little forward, hanging onto my every word. “And?”
“That’s it. I’m not sharing anything else,” I reply while chuckling. “We’d like to keep our personal lives as private as possible.”
Charlotte steers the conversation to what’s happening in the kids’ lives, and I let out a relieved sigh.
Yep, I’m getting the hang of being a Beverly Hills mom and representing Easton in social settings.
Rachel would be so proud of me.
Easton
When we walk into the restaurant, Nova asks, “Why are there no other people?”
“I booked the entire place for us so we wouldn’t be interrupted every five seconds,” I mutter.
The manager of the restaurant smiles at us, then she says, “Mr. Rowe, it’s such a pleasure to have you here. Please have a seat. Your server will be with you shortly.”
“Thank you,” I murmur as I lead Nova to our table.
My woman’s wearing a stunning cream pantsuit, so I’m happy there aren’t many men around because her cleavage is next-level sexy.
Slowly, her style has been changing, and she’s becoming more confident with her sexuality.
It’s one hell of a turn-on to watch Nova evolve into a sexy siren, but I still get her to blush in bed, and I hope that never changes.