Page 50 of Whisper Sweet Nothings

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That’s my story, and I’m sticking with it.

Hey. How are the Christmas cookies coming along?

Winnie

Amazing.

Winnie

Looks like fun.

Winnie

How’s your date going? If you want to stay the night, I can sleep in the guest room in the main house.

She’d asked if I had a date, and I didn’t lie about it. I thought it would be good for her to know that I was going on a date, so it wouldn’t be weird between us.

But now she was encouraging me to spend the night out?

For fuck’s sake. I get it. You don’t give a shit what I do. But no need to push me into bed with a woman I can barely stand.

No need. I won’t be home late.

Winnie

Don’t rush on our account.

Thank you. Also, Bridger might stop by to drop off his gifts for Emilia because he wants to hide them at the house so she doesn’t see them.

Winnie

Yes. He already came by with his friend Brenner.

Yes. Brenner Layton is Bridger’s executive assistant. He’s a great guy.

Winnie

Oh, that’s good to know. He hung out for a while and asked me if I’d want to go to dinner tomorrow night.

Scratch that. Brenner Layton was no longer a great guy. How dare that fucker hit on my nanny.

Sounds like fun.

I seethed as I looked up to see my date writing her phone number on a cocktail napkin for the waiter.

This night just keeps getting better.

Winnie

Are you okay with me having the night off tomorrow?

Of course. Go have a great time. You deserve it.

I set my phone down as anger radiated from me.

“Hey, dude. As soon as you’re done exchanging numbers with my date, how about you bring me the bill,” I hissed.

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