Come on, get it together. I inhale and open the fridge, trying to find something to make for dinner.
My first day as Edward’s nanny is almost over, and it did not go as planned at all.
Today wasn’t miserable. Time didn’t crawl, and I didn’t want to claw my eyes out or drown myself in a bottle of wine. Instead—dare I say it—I had fun. I didn’t expect to like Edward. I hoped to mildly tolerate him while I formulated a plan on how to con his father out of a large sum of money, but events unfolded differently.
Edward isn’t a spoiled and entitled brat. I can say teaching Edward manners is important to Jon, and even though he comes off as a mean old grump, I sense he’s a gentleman at heart. After only a day, the kid is growing on me, and I need to press pause—if not rewind—on this whole situation and go back to not giving a shit.
But, dammit, I can’t.
“Do you
Edward comes running, throwing his arms around me. Coming home to my son is the best part of my day. I never realize how much I miss this kid until his skinny little arms are wrapped around my neck. Scooping him up with one hand, I stand, pretending to drop him.Edward lets out a dramatic yell and then laughs hysterically. I do it again and get the same reaction.“We made dinner!” he says to me excitedly, taking my hand as soon as his feet hit the floor. “Come eat!”“Give me one minute, and I’ll join you.”Elizabeth is bringing plates to the table and does a double-take when she sees me. I can’t get a good read on her, and I don’t get why everyday things seem surprising to her. Maybe it’s a sign this isn’t going to work out and I should let her go after the weekend is over, saying we’re just not a good match.Though that would be one hell of a lie. There are plenty of things I&
I pull the blankets tighter around my shoulders and bring my legs up under myself. It started raining not long after we got back from the park and it dropped the temperature by twenty degrees. A damp chill took hold of the house, and while the heater is on and running, I haven’t warmed up yet.Which has nothing to do with my cold heart, I’m sure.Jon put Edward to bed, and knowing that he actually wants to spend time with his son is charming. Wait, no it’s not. There’s nothing charming about him. Nope. Not at all. And he certainly didn’t look good in those gray sweatpants. And offering me his jacket wasn’t a smooth move or anything. And putting my arms in the sleeves of said jacket and feeling the heat from his body was a turn-off. Big time.He’s closed off but not socially inept, and his charm isn’t lost on the people of this town. Ms. Soccer Mother at the park was flirting with him, and we got stopped th
Goddammit. Bacon and eggs and blueberry muffins have never tasted so good. Elizabeth piles bacon and eggs on her plate fill a mug halfway with coffee and then tops it off the rest of the way with creamer. She dumps a spoonful of sugar in it as well, bringing her food over to the table. Her hair is pulled up in a messy bun, and the loose strands that fall around her face are begging to be pushed back.She’s wearing black leggings and a tight black T-shirt, with a loose-fitting red-and-black flannel shirt over top. She’s effortlessly beautiful and I can’t find a single thing about her to complain about.“Blueberry muffins are cliché.” She reaches for one, setting it on her plate. “But it was the only kind I could make. You guys must like blueberries.”I smile as I finish chewing a piece of bacon. “Edward eats them like candy.”“That’s good. Better than eating candy like candy.” S
I forgot about conning this man. I forgot about wanting to squeeze every penny I could and leave without so much as a look back. I forgot about my old life, about the shit I have to deal with on a daily basis.For the last four episodes of this scary-as-shit show, all I’ve been able to think about is first, we are probably going to die at the hands of evil spirits tonight, and second, Jonathan is so big and so warm and it’s taking every ounce of self-control I have not to move over and lean against him.I want to feel his hands on me. His lips against mine. I want to at the very least press my hand to his muscular chest and see if his heart is racing because mine is. And it’s not only from being scared of this show.It’s because I know I’m walking a fine line, one that puts me at risk. And I don’t take risks, not like this at least. When my heart is involved, I’m out. It hasn’t been an issue for me before, because
If there was ever a rational part of my brain, it’s now dead and buried six feet under. My cock has taken over, and right now it’s screaming at me to kiss Elizabeth. To take her in my arms, feel her breasts crush against my chest, to put my lips to hers and see if she tastes as good as I think she will.It plays out before me, and I imagine her in my lap, legs wrapped around my waist, pulling my shirt over my head. My cock jumps at the thought, and I inch in closer and closer.Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know this is a bad idea. She’s Edward’s nanny and hasn’t even been here that long I’m already trying to make a move on her. But it’s not like she’s uninterested, and I can say by the way she’s biting her bottom lip and is moving toward me that she wants this too.We shouldn’t. We really fucking shouldn’t.But dammit, I’m tired of holding back, of going to bed alone. I’ve
“Yes,” Maggie says, eyes meeting mine. I can see the relief on her face, and more importantly, the relief on Jonathan’s face. Poor little Edward is still sitting there with a spoonful of mashed potatoes hovering on his spoon in front of his face, not knowing what to think. “I do.”“How many cats do you have?” I flick my eyes to Jon’s not knowing if I should be apologetic for going into forbidden territory or not. He meets my gaze and offers a small smile.“Eight.”“Eight?” I echo.“One or two might be temporary.”Maggie’s fiancé, Tommy, raises an eyebrow. “Only one or two?” Maggie smiles guiltily. “They’re all so cute.”“I want a cat!” Edward says, face lighting up. He eats his mashed potatoes and bounces in his seat. “Fatherdy, can we take Dobby home?”“We’ll see,” Jo
I push Edward’s hair back, feeling bad that I forgot to take him for a haircut—again. It’s hard juggling everything, but now it should be easier. Elizabeth is here to help with housework, make dinner, and most of all, to care for the single most important person in my life.“Love you,” I whisper and kiss his forehead before quietly slipping out of his room. Light pours into the dark hall, coming from Elizabeth’s room. She’s sitting on her bed, with one hand pressed to her forehead and the other holding her mobile. I can say right away she’s upset.“Yes, I’m fully aware he needs that medication, but insurance denied it. I’ve been working on it and will pay out of pocket if I have to.” She pauses, listening to whoever is on the mobile. “Sure. If the doctor thinks he needs it, then yeah.” Another pause. I should go and not listen to her conversation, but I’m fighting hard against mys
I sit on the couch, twisting Ray’s yarn mane through my fingers. It’s worn and frayed by now, but the sensation still gives me comfort. I cheat and lie for a living but still take solace in a stuffed animal I’ve had since I was a child.Psychologists would have a field day with me.After going out for breakfast at the cutest little mother-and-pop diner this morning, Jon showed me around town, and we ended the tour at the library. Edward likes to play there, and we left with an armload of picture books, as well as a few paranormal romances for me.One of the books is on the coffee table next to me, and I intended on reading it. Edward fell asleep pretty quickly tonight, and once he was down, I took a quick shower, changed into my PJs, and came downstairs to have a cup of tea and read.It’s so domestic it’s weird.It’s not me at all and yet I’m finding myself liking this more and more. It’s putting me i