Page 28 of Bad Nanny

It was a little late for a nap, but I needed some quiet time to process the last few hours. Delaney’s therapy sessions were as tiring for me as they were for her, although she didn’t seem tired in the least.

After putting away the food, I went out into the backyard to set up the pool. I hadn’t gotten an in-ground pool when I’d had the house built because I was gone too much to enjoy it, and at the time, Delaney was a toddler. Now I didn’t want to deal with months of construction to put one in.

It always surprised me how big of an object could fit in a box as I spread out the pool and plugged in the air pump.As it began to inflate, I sat back in one of the lounge chairs, watching it take shape.

I pulled out my phone, considering Delaney’s plea to invite Josie. As much as I loved that Delaney was finally connecting with one of her nannies, it put me on edge too. It was nothing more than a job to Josie, and when something better and more in line with what she went to school for came along, she’d leave.

Or she’d leave because I couldn’t keep my hands or lips to myself.

My thumbs hovered over the screen before I finally typed out a message.

Me: We’re having a BBQ this evening. Hot dogs, chips, and we got an inflatable pool. Delaney would love it if you joined us.

Hitting send before I could overthink it, I placed my phone on the small table beside me, then got up to stick the hose in the pool. The sun was beating down where I’d set it up, so hopefully, the water would warm up enough by the time I got Delaney up.

My phone vibrated, and I nearly tripped over the water hose to get to it. I was absolutely pitiful. If for nothing else, I needed therapy for my insane crush on the nanny.

Josie: Sounds fun, but I’ve got a full plate today. Maybe, though. Text me when the food is ready?

My chest tightened slightly at her noncommittal response to the invitation. Of course, she had her own life; she wasn’tjust our nanny. Still, a part of me had hoped she’d jump at the chance to join us.

Me: I will. A full plate? You aren’t applying for other jobs, are you?

Josie: Why would I apply for other jobs? Remember, I was strong-armed into this one, haha.

Me: Its not that bad, is it?

Josie: The unannounced performance review this morning was a bit much, but lunch was nice. I didn’t get dinged for that, did I?

Me: It wasn’t a performance review, but if you want one, that can be arranged. *smirking face emoji*

I groaned and put my phone down. That woman brought out a side of me that had long been buried under pressed suits and professionalism. It’s like my brain couldn’t process the fact that she worked for me. I felt out of control around her, and soon enough, I would run out of apologies for my behavior.

Part of me wished she was a bad nanny, so I could justify firing her. Unfortunately, she fit into our world a little too perfectly, and the worst part? She’d only been here a week.

Chapter 10

Puppet Boobs Save the Day

Josie

Things were really startingto spiral out of control. I thought I’d be happy to have another successful video, but two hours after it posted, I was ready to delete everything.

And it was only going to get worse as the day went on.

There were so many comments, and the amount of spam was ridiculous. I spent almost as much time deleting the junk as I did reading and responding to real comments.

How did influencers do this?

I could have really used a nap after my nanny duties, but there was so much to do. After lunch, I went and bought soundproofing panels for the closet. When Gabriel had mentioned what he’d heard through the wall, I started filming late at night when I was sure he was asleep.

Now that the closet would be soundproof, I needed to film my next video so I could edit it over the weekend. On top of that, I had to write a sex scene to read for my OnlyFans.

It hadn’t been my intention for Sarah Swoon to turn into a sex worker, but what had started as a simple subscription where Sarah answered questions that weren’t appropriate for YouTube, had turned into offering pay-per-view content of explicit sex scenes. Who knew a puppet reading smut would be so appealing?

In the closet, I pressed the final sound panel into place and turned on some music as loud as it would go. In the studio, I heard it faintly from the crack under the closet door, but out in the hall, it was silent.

Being able to film without worrying about being overheard was a game changer. Gabriel and Delaney weren’t home, but even if they were, they wouldn’t hear a word.

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