Good Girl (Playroom) Read Free Page A

steamroll over them, and they get out of my way… not Mr. Kline, apparently.
    “Aug gie,” Mr. Kline points at his chest, “Never, sir. That term isn’t to fall from your lips again, Willow.” I shake my head and keep quiet. I almost said yes, sir… again. “We need to have a talk now that you’re eighteen,” he says in a parental way that is at complete odds with the flexing of his large fingers on my hips and thighs.
    “I have enough daddies and mommies, Aug gie,” I snidely say, and he rolls his eyes at me. “Clover is enough parent for a school of kids, just ask my niece and nephew.”
    “Your parents and Robbie are too lax and Clover is too strict. It’s created a monster known as Willow. A very sheltered, naïve, innocent , Willow monster, and it worries me,” Auggie murmurs in concern, and he tugs my ponytail to lighten the insult.
    Yeah… I’m a little shit, I deserve the monster title.
    “Of course, I’m innocent,” I sweetly purr. “I haven’t perpetrated any crimes lately. I mean today is the first day that it would matter anyway.” I jokingly says, and he looks at me like I’ve grown a second head. “I know what you mean, Auggie. Jeesh, I was joking.” I laugh but it doesn’t soften Mr. Kline’s face like usual. I know I’m in trouble bad this time when he doesn’t fall prey to my manipulations.
    “I saw the look you gave Kieren . I know that you’re not a child anymore. It didn’t happen this morning because you became an adult. It’s been happening for a while. The problem is that since you were too good of a girl, you will now become a target,” Mr. Kline pointedly says. 
    “I’ve had the sex talk a billion times. I was in the room when Mom and Dad gave it to Robbie. I’ve had it from each of them and once from you. I don’t need to hear it again.” I struggle to get down from the counter. It’s embarrassing because having your parents or siblings give you the talk is normal, but your boss giving it to you on your eighteenth birthday while you’re at work- humiliating.
    “This isn’t the sex talk. Any idiot can do it. This is a different kind of talk. I know you’ve had a crush on that little douche for a long time, and Kieren knows it, too. You don’t know men at all, Willow. They are despicable creatures. You can’t trust their motives.”
    “You said I could trust you and Robbie and my dad. You’ve said it for eighteen years. If I had a problem , I was to go to one of you or Clover.” I sigh heavily and my heart aches. “Sam was the best at this stuff,” I whisper, and pray Auggie didn’t hear me. But I know he did when a look of pity crosses his face. It agonizingly twists my heart.
    “I’m sorry, Willow,” Auggie gently murmurs and smoothes his hand down my hair in comfort. “I’ll do my best to say this without hurting you, but this conversation is important.”
    “Okay,” I say in defeat. 
    “Yeah, you’re to trust us not to hurt you. Your family won’t touch you like that, but a horny boy is a different matter. All a boy wants is a warm, wet hole to rest in,” Auggie growls. 
    “Ew! Gross!” I push my boss away. “That’s nasty, and it can’t be true.”
    “Trust me, it is ,” Auggie huskily says in a deep voice. “And the need never really goes away. We hunt constantly. There are two types of men. One type is like your brother and father. The other type is like me and Kieren. The difference is that my type is broken into two parts: the protector and the predator. Kieren is the predator. His dad is trying to make sure Kieren stays off the playground. Now that Kieren is older, he’s stalking the fringes of the playground so he won’t get arrested.”
    “I don’t ge t it,” I mumble in confusion. “What does this have to do with a playground?” Mr. Kline’s full-bodied laugh fills the store.
    “Ye ah, you need a keeper.” He heavily sighs. “Kieren didn’t have a girlfriend in high school, right? He didn’t exclusively