Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Veena got me on there, and I did it for about a year. I was what the company referred to as a Last Call, which meant an emergency sitter. It didn't have to be a life-or-death emergency but whenever a parent needed a sitter last second or another employee canceled. It was quick and easy money, but I didn’t love it. It’s hard to connect with the kids when you’re being shuffled from one house to another. I often only saw a family one time, and while in college, I made it work. Once I graduated, I told them I was heading back home and to take me off the call list.
Veena put me right back on the list when she called me yesterday in a panic. A very wealthy and powerful man was in need of a live-in nanny right away. I wasn’t sure about it, but as Veena gave me more details about the situation, I really felt like this was a sign.
The client is a workaholic bachelor who never planned to have children until he suddenly became a parent after the death of a family member. Veena said that the man wasn’t close to the brother that passed away, and all I could think was that if he wasn’t close to his brother, he likely wasn’t close to the child either.
That’s me making assumptions, since I’m not really sure. All of this information has been thrown at me, and it’s been a scramble. Including me packing up as much of my stuff as I could before driving back to the city.
Thankfully, or maybe not, my parents had taken off for a warm beach vacation, so I couldn’t get assaulted with a million questions about this decision. I don’t think they or my brothers would love the idea of me moving in with a random man even if Veena vouched for him and the company did a background check.
I’m not worried about some wealthy man trying to hit on me. I’m sure they have that area covered in their lives. They wouldn’t be looking to score with the small-town girl that has almost no sexual experience and doesn't really fit into their lifestyle.
By the time my parents return from their vacation and my dad sees I took his old truck, I'll already be gone. I’m planning on asking for forgiveness later, or whatever the saying is.
While I’m at a light, I double-check the address, and a horn blares. I look in the rear-view mirror and see a man shout from the vehicle behind me, “Come on, lady, move it! We don’t have all day around here.”
“Sorry,” I shout back as I make my turn. Not sure why, but I smile as I realize how much I missed the city. I hate driving here, but it helped bringing a bunch of my stuff with me.
When I see the building, I start to wonder if I’m underdressed. I pull to the front so I can ask the valet where to park my truck long-term.
“Afternoon.” The valet’s expression is skeptical as he looks over the truck. “Is there something I can help you with?”
“Hi,” I chirp. “I’m Nova.” I hold out my hand, and if possible, he looks even more apprehensive before he takes it.
“Jones,” he says, introducing himself.
“Nice to meet you, Jones. I need to know where to park this old guy.”
“Kinda?”
“Well, I guess, I mean I am.” It wasn’t clear how long I’ll be staying, and it’s possible I’ll be a placeholder until they find someone more suited. I’m getting the sense from this shiny building that I’m here because I was available and not because I’m the best fit. “I’m moving in with Mr. Eve.”
Jones' eyes widen a fraction. “You’re the au pair?”
“That’s me,” I say and give him a bright smile.
He tilts his head, and a smile tries to tug at the corner of his lips, but Jones gets that under control quickly as he stands up straighter.
“Don’t worry about anything. We’ll park the truck for you and bring your items up,” he says as he opens the door for me.
“Oh really? That’s so nice,” I tell him. “Now listen, don’t judge me too harshly because this was last-minute, and I was tossing things into any bag I could find. My parents took all the luggage on their vacation, which, mind you, I wasn’t even asked to go on with them. I would have said no, but still, the offer would have been nice.”
I blurt out everything and leave myself a tad out of breath.
“It’s the thought that counts,” Jones agrees.
“Exactly, see you get it,” I say as I hop out of the truck. “So with that said, these trash bags aren’t trash.”
I nod to the bed of the truck, and Jones steps around to peer down at them.