Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 270(@200wpm)___ 216(@250wpm)___ 180(@300wpm)
Why the hell was is it so hard to find a nanny who actually wanted to do her damn job? Why did every woman who showed up on my doorstep want a promotion into my bedroom? It really was unfathomable. I mean sure, I’m rich, and some might consider me good looking, but they were all perfectly normal during the interview process. I’d had hope for each and every one of them, but somewhere around the one month mark, things always went sideways.
They dressed a little sexier, showing off more skin in outfits highly inappropriate for spending time with a four year old girl. They stuck around for dinner, and issued more invitations for more activities with daddy and daughter. Month after month, for the past six months, it was the same damn thing.
Nanny trying to kiss me.
Nanny showing her tits.
Nanny naked in my bed.
Nanny offering me a blow job.
If I were a different man I might have taken a few of them up on what they were offering, but I had no plans to shell out money for sexual harassment lawsuits when I had no problem finding a woman to warm my bed when I wanted one. It wasn’t my style to mix business with pleasure, and after the way things had gone with my ex-wife, I needed my home to be stable and conflict free. For me and for Lena.
I broke down and called the nanny agency my assistant had recommended months ago. “Elite Nanny Service, how may I assist you today?”
My shoulders relaxed at the woman’s professional, cheery tone. “I’m in need of a nanny as fast as you can send one.”
There was a beat of silence and then a different woman’s voice sounded in my ear. “Hello. This is Serenity Majors, with whom am I speaking?”
“My name is Dante Rush, and I need a nanny for my four year old daughter, Lena.”
“Mr. Rush,” she sighed. “I’m a big fan of your fashion.”
“You know who I am, that’s good. It means you know I’m serious about this, and that I need a nanny immediately.”
“Yes, I’m aware of who you are, so we can skip the part where I tell you that my nannies are all professionals with degrees and years of experience, and as such, expect to be compensated appropriately for their services.”
“I assure you I plan to pay above minimum wage. When will she be available to start?” I sounded like a grumpy asshole and I knew it, but I was already over this day even though it was just after noon.
Serenity laughed, the sound soft and musical, easy on the ears, even if I didn’t know what the hell was so damn funny. “It doesn’t work that way, Mr. Rush.”
“Well how does it work Ms. Majors?”
She sighed, like I was some child she had to explain things to slowly. “How did you last agency match you?”
I frowned. “I’ve never used a nanny, ah, agency before.”
She gasped. “A man with your wealth and looks? Please tell me you didn’t put an ad in the paper or online.”
I frowned inside my car. “Okay, I won’t tell you that.”
This time Serenity laughed loudly, and for far too long for a professional phone call. “All right Mr. Rush. There’s a certain science to matching a family with the right nanny, and that starts with a questionnaire. Normally parents come to the office and fill it out, but I’m assuming by your tone that you’re too busy for such a detour?”
“That would be a correct assumption.”
“All right. Do you have the time now?”
Now? “If it means you’ll send a nanny immediately, then sure.”
Ms. Majors started with basic questions about my work hours, marital status and yearly earnings before she moved on to questions about Lena, her likes and dislikes.
“Is she an active little girl?”
“Why does that matter?”
“The same reason it matters that you make high end, designer clothing for women of all ages and sizes.” At my silence she sighed. “Because I have quite a few older nannies who do well with indoor kids, those who like to spend their time drawing, playing video games and things like that.”
“Oh.” There it was again, that feeling that I was an asshole. “Lena is both. She loves to play with her dolls and stuffed animals, but she also loves to be outside.”
“Will Lena require any educational time during her days?”
“I would really appreciate that,” I said in an effort to sound more accommodating.
She asked what felt like about one thousand questions before we were finished. “Thank you for your time and patience, Mr. Rush. I will get back with you soon with a match or two. Will you make yourself available to interview the prospective nannies?”
“Yes,” I grunted. “Just be sure she’s competent and won’t try to worm her way into my bed.”