Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
He rubs his eyes. “You have to get them from Grandma, these are my birthday pyjamas.”
“Oh, I see.” I grin. “Go to the bathroom and wash your face. Do I need to help you dress?” I ask. He puts his little arms up for a cuddle, and I feel myself melt. I hold him for a second.
“No.” He hops out of bed. “I can do it myself. I’m big, you know?”
“Okay, good. I’ll go and wake up Willow while you wash.” I leave him to go to the bathroom, and I make my way down to Willow’s room, where I tentatively open the door. She’s lying in her bed with her back to me. “Willow, you need to wake up. We’re running late.”
She ignores me. Great, I’m going to have to go in.
“Willow?” I repeat.
She rolls over and looks at me with no emotion. “What?”
I force myself to fake a smile. “I didn’t realize that I was meant to wake you up earlier.”
She puts the phone back to her ear. “Yeah. She’s finally decided to turn up.” She listens for a moment and then passes the phone to me. “He wants to talk to you.”
I frown as I stare at the phone in her outstretched hand. “Who is it?” I ask.
She smirks sarcastically and climbs out of bed before she disappears into her bathroom, shutting the door hard behind her.
“Miss Brielle?” Mr. Masters snaps, pulling me from my thoughts.
My eyes widen in horror and I put the phone to my ear, what’s he on fucking speed dial? “Yes?” I reply meekly.
“I thought the children were up and dressed already?”
“Me, too.” I cringe. “Weird, huh?”
“You’re just waking them up now?”
I scratch my head. I can’t believe I’m getting caught out on my second lie this morning.
This whole day is already one huge monumental fuck up. It’s a conspiracy.
“They are going to be late for school,” he growls. “Why didn’t you wake them up earlier?”
“Why didn’t you tell me I had to? This is new to me, you know. I can’t be expected to remember all this shit,” I whisper angrily. “I forgot about the list, okay? And you should have called, emailed me, or whatever the hell you were meant to do, earlier.”
He stays silent on the other end of the phone, and I scrunch up my face. Oh God, just shut up, Brielle.
I’m totally blowing this job.
He stays silent for a moment longer before he speaks. “I’m putting this down to jetlag, Miss Brielle. Take the children to school and go back to bed yourself before you make any more...” he pauses, “bad judgements.”
I roll my eyes and feel my cheeks heat with embarrassment. “Yes, sir.”
He stays on the line and awkward silence hangs between us.
“I’ll see you tonight,” I sigh.
The line clicks as he hangs up without another word.
Willow appears out of the bathroom and glares at me. “Get out of my room. Thanks a lot. I’m going to be late.” She sneers.
I stare at her, and suddenly, I’m feeling so overwhelmed that I don’t think I can take it. My eyes fill with tears. This isn’t how I imagined my exciting new job to be. I drop my head and leave her room quickly so she doesn’t see my tears.
Screw this.
I want to go home
Julian
I end the call and pinch the bridge of my nose.
Here we go again. Another catastrophe of a nanny, and this one seemed so promising according to her resume.
“Morning, your honor.” Marcy smiles as she walks in and holds out my morning coffee.
“Thank you,” I mouth as I take it from her. I won the jackpot seven years ago when I hired her as my personal assistant. Best thing in this damn courthouse.
“How did the new nanny go?” she asks as she slides into her seat at her desk and sips her coffee.
I roll my eyes. “Don’t ask. Nightmare,” I sigh as I pick up my phone. “I’m calling the agency now and requesting someone else.” I wait on as the call goes through.
I get a vision of Brielle in her white silk nightdress in my bedroom this morning. It wasn't light, and yet I could see her every curve, the way it hung over her hard nipples. Her caramel skin with her Australian tan. Her big brown eyes and red lips that looked like they belonged around me…
I close my eyes and inhale deeply.
Fuck me, if she isn’t every man’s wet dream, I don’t know who is.
I drag my hand down my face. I need to get out more. Drinking red wine and jerking off to a photo of my children’s nanny is unacceptable Thursday night behaviour.
I clench my jaw as I feel myself harden at the thought of her, and uneasiness sweeps over me. She’s the nanny.
Cut it out.
The sooner I get her out of my house, the better.