“Keep at that homework or I won’t answer you,” Ryan said.
“Aw, come on. I’m hungry.”
“Finish up your math homework so we can put in a movie. Zoey’s done with her reading and Hunter just finished up his science homework.”
“It wasn’t hard,” Hunter said. “I have to pick my science project for this year. That’s all.”
“What did you choose?” I asked.
“I want to string some potatoes together and power a battery with it,” Hunter said with a toothy smile.
“That’s a wonderful project,” I said. “I did that when I was younger.”
“Really?” Benjamin asked. “You liked science?”
“I liked English more, but science was also interesting.”
“What other projects did you do?”
I turned my head to face Ryan as he leaned against the wall in front of me. His eyes were dancing around my face, drinking me in like the playboy he was. I knew I was his type. Everyone knew he had a type. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Thicker frames. But he wasn’t my type. I didn’t enjoy my men pompous, arrogant, and childish.
I enjoyed them strong, dominant, and confident.
“Tons,” I said flatly.
Someone knocked hard on the door and it caused me to jump. The kids giggled as they packed up their homework and I went to sit down with them. I took a look at all their homework to make sure most of the concepts were digested properly in their classrooms as the smell of pizza filled the air. My mouth was sent into overdrive, watering profusely as I checked off the kids’ homework.
“Everything look good?” Ryan asked.
“Yep. I think we can relinquish them to a movie,” I said.
“You heard the teacher. Pizza and a movie for everyone!”
“Yeah!” the kids exclaimed.
“Do you want me to get the drinks?” I asked.
“I got it. You stay here with the kids. Wouldn’t want to miss your precious phone call with you-know-who.”
“Believe it or not, my cell phone’s portable,” I said.
Ryan shot me a grin and I had to fight to make sure I didn’t smile back at him.
The kids were content eating straight from the pizza boxes, but I got them to use the plates Ryan brought out for us. Some sodas and juice were sat out on the coffee table, then Ryan began fussing with the television. He switched the inputs and pulled up some streaming service, and the kids began to fight over what movie to watch.
“I wanna watch Mulan.”
“We always watch Mulan.”
“Because it’s the best.”
“Why can’t we watch Sleeping Beauty?”
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“Because kissing’s gross.”
“There’s kissing in Mulan.”