Page 2 of Curvy Nanny for the Grumpy Single Dad

“Understanding?” My feet froze and I whirled on the handsome jerk. “You want understanding because you were so impatient that you just had to get ahead by one car length, which resulted in not one, but two accidents.” I pointed to the pickup truck behind me. “What I understand is that you are an entitled prick.” With the sweetest smile I could muster, I arched a brow and turned away, determined to forget the good-looking jerk’s face and get on with my day.

“I don’t have time for this,” he grumbled under his breath, and even though I knew I should’ve just kept going towards the waiting pickup driver, I didn’t. Maybe it was the Irish on my mom’s side that made me speak up, or maybe he’d just caught me on a sassy day.

I turned again with the same smile. “Just imagine, if you’d just shown a bit of patience you might be at your destination by now. Hell, all of us might be where we were headed if not for one impatient…driver. Now it’s going to take all of us even longer to get where we were going.” I smiled a little wider because taking this guy down a notch had improved my mood.

Thankfully the pickup driver was more reasonable than the hottie in the SUV, and twenty minutes later, traffic—caused by runaway cows—cleared up, and we were well on our way to Elite Nanny Service.

“Holy hell that guy was hot,” Toni said eventually.

I laughed. “How long have you been waiting to let that out?”

“Since he stepped out of the car, but I wanted to give you time to calm down first.”

“Thanks for that,” I chuckled. “He was gorgeous. Too bad he’s one of those guys who thinks the world should just move out of his way and bow to his whims.”

Toni groaned. “That sucks, but to be fair, I’d totally bow before all that hotness. Naked of course.”

“Of course,” I repeated and rolled my eyes. “Thanks, that’s just what I needed to think about for the rest of the day.”

“Anytime,” Toni said with a laugh as I pulled into a parking spot in the lot dedicated to Elite Nanny Service. “Now let’s hope we leave this joint with new assignments.”

“Serenity wouldn’t have called us in otherwise, but I hope to get a long-term assignment, at least a few years.” That kind of job security would be nice after a string of high paying live-in gigs. They tended to be unstable and short-lived due to job transfers and promotions that took the family away from the area, which was exactly how I found myself in search of another placement.

As we stepped inside the air conditioned building, I let my shoulders relax, and I put all thoughts of mister tall, dark and arrogant out of my mind for good.

Chapter 2

Dante

Who in the hell did that woman think she was? Yelling at me like her car getting hit was my fault. Okay so maybe it was my fault, just a little, but I needed to get home to my daughter. Lena was all alone at home, so this was an actual emergency. I didn’t actually think what I had to do was more important than the next guy—or girl for that matter—but it actually was more important today. Anyone with children would agree with that.

I drove home at a slower pace now that I had been properly dressed down by a beautiful but annoying woman with golden hair and a sweet smile. “And that sharp tongue…” I reminded myself in the privacy of my SUV.

I couldn’t help but think about the reason I was in such a hurry in the first place. The Nanny Situation, as I had started to refer to the problem I had with finding and keeping a good nanny. The nanny, well, now the ex-nanny, had upped and left in the middle of the day, with nothing but a nasty voicemail as warning. She’d abandoned my daughter all by herself in the house. Fortunately, my landscaping contractor, Billie, was on the grounds as that wretched woman had left. Billie had thankfully agreed to check in on Lena and stay on the property until I made it home to my child. Or until Dotty, our housekeeper, got back from running errands.

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.”

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