. "I'm sorry." I drop

s toward the door with his hand. I

Brie

back

8:30 p.m. sharp. I would li

le to help it, I blurt out my thoughts,

pauses for a moment. "Let'

e a nice day," I mutter as I leave the room. I feel

m, I close the door behind me, lean on it and shut my eyes. I've done a

fool gets caught in her new boss's bedroom, in her pyjamas, sniffing his aftershave on her f

will you please go and

door slam outside. I go to the window and peer through the sheer curtain, watching on as

off to a g

hell am

ding? I don't know the first damn thing about looking after children and minding

he goin

father, and I cringe, filled with embarrassment

own. If I don't have a job then I can't afford to stay in England o

for a moment as I try

n as I can find another job, I will, and then I'll give my notice and leave. Emerson i

k it up,

I suppose wearing a skimpy nightdress and getting

ould have caught me mas

gh? Did he really take my photo upstairs and get himself off last nig

care if he smells stupid hot. He's too old for me. I just h

determinat

s my plan of at

use and be the best damn nanny I ca

y face is dejected and sad. It kind of feels weird living with people that aren't my fa

st try really hard

table, rolling my fingers. I've finished t

d to wake th

watch to see

they have to

on't know what in hell I'm doing here. Mr. Ma

hen begins to ring, and I look ar

g,

g,

it vibrates on the wall. I peer into

g,

, who will? I'm the

ck up the phone.

ice is stern and commanding,

s h

lo, Mr.

asks. "I've been emailing yo

ling

now what I'm supposed to be doing

dressed? Have th

harder.

you do have all of the informa

mber now. I walk over and take t

ildren and prepar

glance at my watch

h

Which is not technically a

ten minutes or they'

at

ol at 8:00 a.m., and it's a ha

rse, Mr. Masters. I have to go now

m." He says it casually, like I s

es widen. Who th

thing that came out of that p

he house today and normally arrives around 4:

off the phone and wake these children up as a matt

n a rush to get off the phone. Talk to me for a mome

his shit. "Definitely in full control

im smirking on the other end of the phone.

I really

Brielle. Stay o

the stairs, taking them two at a time. Fucking hell. Willow i

ago that he told me about it. So much has happened since then. What

the stairs and run d

see that he's sti

We're running a little late this morning." He rolls on his side to face me. His hair is tousled and his face is so slee

to get them from Grandma, th

o I need to help you dress?" I ask. He puts his little arms up