I Know The Bad Boy's Secret

Chapter 3

Lucille P.O.V.

"Now, are you my baby sitter for the night?"

A blush crept up my face and all I wanted to do was smack that stupid smirk off his face. How dare he look at me, all cocky like while his eyes practically devour my body! Who does he think he is, The King?

Taking a deep breath, I put on my sweetest smile and batted my eyes at him. "I'm sure you can handle yourself, Big Boy."

He stepped back at how quickly I changed my mood, and I took that time to step by him. Well, not without patting his chest first.

"Lucy, Hello! Oh thank you so much! You are just the sweetest little thing ever!" Mrs. Scott came bustling down the stairs with the same energy she had this morning. She was now dressed in an elegant grey dress that clung to her body and swept along the floor. I must admit, for an older woman, she still had the body of a twenty year old.

"Hello, Mrs. Scott. I love the dress!" I genuinely smile at her when she reaches the bottom of the stairs, and she pulls me into a tight hug. She smells like flowers and it helps to relax me.

"Thank you! Beautiful, isn't it? My husband made it for me. Iris, sweetie come here! Mark, we are going to be late!!" Mrs. Scott screams upstairs to her husband. So Mr. Scott creates clothing? Interesting.

Suddenly, a little blue of color runs out and dashes straight to Brendon. He lifts the blur up and over his shoulder and it squeals out in delight. I can't help but smile at the two.

"Iris, baby come here real quick." Mrs. Scott waves over the little girl, who clings to Brendon's finger. When she gets closer, I bend down to her level and smile.

"Hello, Iris! What do you like to do?" I say as she stares at me. Her lower lip juts out while she is thinking, but when her eyes sparkle, a grin replaces it,

"I like to play dress up. Will you play with me?" Her voice was high pitched but very proper for such a young one. I couldn't help but notice her two front teeth were missing.

"Of course! I'd love to!" I grin as she jumps up and down. I feel Brendon's eyes on me, so I have to sneak him a glance. Surprisingly, he catches my eyes and smiles at me, only taking a few more seconds to watch me before looking back at Iris.

"Brendon's allowed to play, right?" Iris looks at me with puppy dog eyes. Looking at her, I can't help but nod. This little one already has me wrapped around her finger. And by the looks of it, so is everyone else.

"I'm sorry, but we have to go now, Lucy. There's a pizza in the oven, just take it off when it's done. Iris has her bed time at 9:30 pm. She needs to shower, brush her teeth, and if you could, please read her a story. You are such a life saver! Kisses! Have a great night!" Mrs. Scott was practically jumping up and down as she hugged her children good bye and went outside. Mr. Scott came down the stairs, looked at me, smiled, and left.

I turned around to look at Iris and Brendon, only to find Brendon is standing right in front of me. He is so close, that his chest is brushing against mine. Electricity shoots through my body as he uses his hand to brush a strand of hair behind my ear.

"We are going to have so much fun tonight." He whispers. His breath is warm as it travels down my neck, his hand resting on my side. I inhale a shallow breath. "Iris loves to play dress up."

Grabbing my hand, I couldn't help but shiver as the tips of his fingers brushed against the insides of my wrist. Leading me upstairs, I couldn't help but look at him.

Up close, his black hair didn't look quite as thick as it did, it looked quite thin actually, but he still had a decent set of hair. His lips were chapped, as he continually licked his lips. His jaw was perfectly chiseled, providing perfect facial structure.

One thing I did not like though, was how easily he thought he could be touching me. Biting the inside of my cheek, I yank my arm away and walk towards the sound of Iris squealing. Behind me, Brendon stands, shocked.

This should be an interesting night.