Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Or maybe what I needed was someone to leave a nasty taste in my mouth. I smiled to myself at the double entendre. Maybe I needed to get laid, and that would take my mind off things. But looking around the bar, all I saw were old timers who’d made drinking a profession, other sad bastards like me, and the young but poor crowd in search of one night of fun. No, thank you.
Yeah, I needed a new placement, and soon. Not because of the money, my trust fund made sure of that, but I needed to be busy. And if I didn’t get one soon, maybe I would take off for a few months to a tropical island somewhere and work on my tan.
Oh yeah, that sounded perfect.
Chapter 3
Brady
“My philosophy is that kids are best when they are not seen. Or heard.” Sarah, the latest interview to be Layla’s nanny, not my next bedmate, purred the words through expertly lined lips and heavy lidded eyes. “Don’t you agree, sir?”
My brows arched at the woman, grateful for my big oak desk as a barrier between us. “No, I don’t agree at all. What are your qualifications?”
Sarah waved a dismissive hand in the air. “Oh, I have a kid of my own about the same age. I tell her to go to her room when mama needs some fun and she does. It works best for everyone.”
Was this woman serious? “I’m in need of childcare and nothing else.”
Her pink painted lips curled into what was supposed to be a sexy smile, but it only served to piss me off. “It’s my experience that sometimes men don’t know what they need. Sometimes, they need a little push in the right direction.”
“Look Sarah, I only need someone to care for my niece and nothing else. Is that something you’re interested in?”
She leaned back in her club chair, slowly crossing her legs to showcase them at their best. “Yeah, sure.”
That was not the answer I was looking for. “Layla, can you come in here for a second?” It went against my better judgment to bring Layla into this, but I needed to give every candidate a proper chance. Right?
Layla walked in, her blond hair pulled into a bun on top of her head, dark jeans and t-shirt gave her a look of a child much older, but to me, she looked just like my sister. “What’s up, Uncle Brady?”
“This is Sarah. She’s interviewing to be your new nanny.”
The look Layla gave Sarah made me smile. “Is she qualified?”
“Of course I’m qualified, Lola. Why else would I be here?” Her smile barely reached her eyes and she arched her back to show off a mediocre boob job.
Layla glared hard at Sarah, arching a brow as she studied her. “My name isn’t Lola,” she snorted and glared at me. “No. Not her. Anyone but her,” she stated flatly, arms folded as she exited my office.
I don’t bother to try for a sympathetic smile. “This isn’t going to be a good fit.” The woman was more interested in me than my niece. I was sure she didn’t know who I was, but the house and the need for a nanny was a good indicator that I had money. “Thank you for your time.”
Sarah stood, placing one knee on my desk and then the other, crawling across the large space until she was mere inches from my face. “It’s probably for the best,” she purred. “It’s not good to mix business with pleasure.”
My eyes bugged out of my head in disbelief. This was not real life. It couldn’t be. I took a few steps back, shaking my head. “I’m afraid you don’t understand.”
“Oh, I understand all right. You’re playing hard to get.”
“No.” Even if I was into playing games, which I wasn’t, this wouldn’t be one of them. I liked my games contained in the virtual world. “You need to leave.”
She froze and then frowned. “You’re serious?”
“I am.” I quickly rounded the desk and headed for the front door, my strides long enough to put plenty of space between me and the ravenous babysitter. “Thank you for your time, Sarah.”
“Your loss,” she shot at me angrily, shrugging as she rushed out the front door.
At this rate I would never get this fucking game finished. I needed time, plenty of time. Hours of uninterrupted time to focus on all the fine details that would make my game stand out from all the other first person shooters on the market.
“It can’t be this hard to find someone to watch my kid.” I shook my head and went back to my office in search of a phone number I rarely used. A few years back when my company was just getting started, I did some freelance work for a big name gaming company and made friends with one of the players.