Read Online The au pairs skinny-dipping by Melissa de La Cruz - Free Book Online
Authors: Melissa de La Cruz
Tags: General, Juvenile Fiction, Children: Young Adult (Gr. 7-9), Young Adult Fiction, Art, Children's & young adult fiction & true stories, The Arts, Au pairs
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Mara said. "I have this dinner thing earlier."
Eliza gripped Mara's shoulders affectionately, as if to shake away her doubts. "C'mon, it'll be fun. It's the first weekend of the summer. Promise."
"Is Ryan going to be there?" Mara asked, thinking she really didn't want a repeat of that morning again.
"So what if he is?" Eliza asked. "I mean, well, Mara--"
But suddenly, there was a flash of headlights as an Aston Martin Vanquish convertible turned into the driveway.
"Bonjour!" Philippe called out. Obviously, he had no qualms about using Ryan's car.
"Am I too late?" Philippe asked, a crooked smile on his lips when he saw how disheveled the girls were, their wet clothes plastered to their bodies.
"No, you're just in time," Jacqui replied briskly, "to drive us home."
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anna perry is a lot younger than her botox implies
THE NEXT EVENING, AFTER WRESTLING THE KIDS TO
bed, Jacqui walked into the playroom--a carpeted, windowless room in between the girls' and boys' bedrooms--and began putting away toys, games, skateboards, Legos, plastic pistols, Barbie dolls, and assorted talking stuffed animals in the plastic chest. The kids' wing was located in a remote, almost inaccessible corner of the house, behind a soundproofed door. Jacqui noticed that the kids couldn't have been farther from Anna's bedroom unless they were in the servants' cottage, but that a dual-level walk-in closet, complete with a built-in wet bar, was located right off the master bedroom.
Jacqui finished her task alone, since Mara was getting ready for her date with Garrett, and Philippe had wandered off again. But when she walked back to the cottage, she found Philippe sitting--no, lounging on the steps outside.
The lazy bastard. He was never around when they needed him. Jacqui put her hands on her hips, ready to give him a piece of her mind.
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Seeing the look on her face, Philippe handed her a rolled-up joint. "Not really my scene," he explained, motioning back toward the house. "Here, take a poof."
It really wasn't a great idea to get stoned right on the property. Especially if she was concerned about getting a stellar reference from the Perrys at the end of the summer. But she was feeling a little tense . . . and, well, she wasn't one to turn down a hit. She accepted it and inhaled, feeling the acrid smoke hit the back of her throat.
"You are amazing," Philippe said. "Ma tante said it wouldn't be easy, but I did not think it would be this hard. I just wanted to be near the beach."
Jacqui laughed. She really couldn't be that angry at Philippe. He sounded just like she had last summer. They sat in companionable silence, listening to the crickets chirping in the bushes and watching the fireflies dance around the bushes by the pool. Philippe's cell phone rang a couple of times, but he ignored it.
"Who's trying to get hold of you so bad?" Jacqui asked when he ignored it the third time.
Philippe was nonchalant. "Just a couple of friends," he replied, and left it at that.
A few minutes later, Mara walked out of the door, wearing one of Jacqui's designer dresses. It was a low-cut Zac Posen lavender chiffon number, with beaded rhinestones that formed a pretty pattern on the neck and waist. The back dipped so low Mara was sure it was indecent, but Jacqui had assured her that
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none of the clothes Mara had brought would be dressy enough for dinner at the American Hotel.
Philippe whistled.
"I don't know if I put this on right," she said to Jacqui. "Does it look okay?"
Jacqui handed Philippe the roach, then stood up to judge. She pulled down on the waist, so that the neckline sat a little lower. "There. Perfeito. I have a pair of Jimmy Choo heels in my bag. Those are cute, but they're not high enough," Jacqui advised, pointing to Mara's sandals.
"What are you smoking?" Mara asked them, sniffing the fragrant air suspiciously.
"Nothing."
"Rieti."
Mara knew they were lying, but she was too concerned about looking presentable and too grateful to Jacqui
Eliza gripped Mara's shoulders affectionately, as if to shake away her doubts. "C'mon, it'll be fun. It's the first weekend of the summer. Promise."
"Is Ryan going to be there?" Mara asked, thinking she really didn't want a repeat of that morning again.
"So what if he is?" Eliza asked. "I mean, well, Mara--"
But suddenly, there was a flash of headlights as an Aston Martin Vanquish convertible turned into the driveway.
"Bonjour!" Philippe called out. Obviously, he had no qualms about using Ryan's car.
"Am I too late?" Philippe asked, a crooked smile on his lips when he saw how disheveled the girls were, their wet clothes plastered to their bodies.
"No, you're just in time," Jacqui replied briskly, "to drive us home."
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anna perry is a lot younger than her botox implies
THE NEXT EVENING, AFTER WRESTLING THE KIDS TO
bed, Jacqui walked into the playroom--a carpeted, windowless room in between the girls' and boys' bedrooms--and began putting away toys, games, skateboards, Legos, plastic pistols, Barbie dolls, and assorted talking stuffed animals in the plastic chest. The kids' wing was located in a remote, almost inaccessible corner of the house, behind a soundproofed door. Jacqui noticed that the kids couldn't have been farther from Anna's bedroom unless they were in the servants' cottage, but that a dual-level walk-in closet, complete with a built-in wet bar, was located right off the master bedroom.
Jacqui finished her task alone, since Mara was getting ready for her date with Garrett, and Philippe had wandered off again. But when she walked back to the cottage, she found Philippe sitting--no, lounging on the steps outside.
The lazy bastard. He was never around when they needed him. Jacqui put her hands on her hips, ready to give him a piece of her mind.
70
Seeing the look on her face, Philippe handed her a rolled-up joint. "Not really my scene," he explained, motioning back toward the house. "Here, take a poof."
It really wasn't a great idea to get stoned right on the property. Especially if she was concerned about getting a stellar reference from the Perrys at the end of the summer. But she was feeling a little tense . . . and, well, she wasn't one to turn down a hit. She accepted it and inhaled, feeling the acrid smoke hit the back of her throat.
"You are amazing," Philippe said. "Ma tante said it wouldn't be easy, but I did not think it would be this hard. I just wanted to be near the beach."
Jacqui laughed. She really couldn't be that angry at Philippe. He sounded just like she had last summer. They sat in companionable silence, listening to the crickets chirping in the bushes and watching the fireflies dance around the bushes by the pool. Philippe's cell phone rang a couple of times, but he ignored it.
"Who's trying to get hold of you so bad?" Jacqui asked when he ignored it the third time.
Philippe was nonchalant. "Just a couple of friends," he replied, and left it at that.
A few minutes later, Mara walked out of the door, wearing one of Jacqui's designer dresses. It was a low-cut Zac Posen lavender chiffon number, with beaded rhinestones that formed a pretty pattern on the neck and waist. The back dipped so low Mara was sure it was indecent, but Jacqui had assured her that
71
none of the clothes Mara had brought would be dressy enough for dinner at the American Hotel.
Philippe whistled.
"I don't know if I put this on right," she said to Jacqui. "Does it look okay?"
Jacqui handed Philippe the roach, then stood up to judge. She pulled down on the waist, so that the neckline sat a little lower. "There. Perfeito. I have a pair of Jimmy Choo heels in my bag. Those are cute, but they're not high enough," Jacqui advised, pointing to Mara's sandals.
"What are you smoking?" Mara asked them, sniffing the fragrant air suspiciously.
"Nothing."
"Rieti."
Mara knew they were lying, but she was too concerned about looking presentable and too grateful to Jacqui
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