My Cheating Stepmother: Rachael Cavalli Pov Milf
0I asked. Might be better off finding a bedroom upstairs or something.”
“What about a study?” I asked, hoping to check that box off my list. “Yeah… she looks like she needs a doctor more than some dick,” Erin muttered. In the middle of the large den was a sunken area that held a couple of couches in an L-shape, facing a few more chairs with a coffee table between them. “Why don’t you take Bobbi somewhere else?”
“Come on, pet. “I appreciate the invite, but I’ll pass this time.”
“Cool,” Baldy said. I couldn’t blame him for that either—Erin was a goddess in a 5’2” package. “About a week?”
“And you didn’t hear anything?” I asked. A few vehicles were parked in the massive driveway opposite the dock, and a helicopter occupied one of the two spaces on the helipad we were quickly approaching—Chloe had understated just how many people were there.
