Willow

“When is this guy going to call me,” I muttered to myself, pacing around the dining room.

There was entirely no way I could work with that brat around. Not to mention, even with my boss away, I would still have to go to work. It was Sunday, Sebastian was supposed to come back on Wednesday. But I figured he would at least call to ask how the little guy was doing.

Not that I knew what I would tell him. I couldn’t say that his son was a little demon and that I couldn’t keep looking after him, especially not after I’d spoken with such confidence.

Really, what had I thought when I did that? Though it was more like I hadn't been thinking at all. The conversation we were having was awkward enough already, so when I heard his nanny had quit and he needed someone to look after his son quickly, I said I would do it.

What am I supposed to do, though?

I understand why that nanny quit, now.

Besides, it wasn’t like he was paying me for this, or I would get extra pay at work for this. I wanted to k