Page 2 of Sinful Nanny

Good luck today babe! You’ll smash it.

Lily

You’ve got this, it’s only eight weeks. Xx

Taylor

Good luck in your new job! Hopefully he is a hottie

I roll my eyes.

Hallie

We can’t wait to hear allllll the details over dinner and book club on Friday xx

Bella

Don’t be nervous, you’ll smash this! X

I type a quick reply thanking them then sit back and watch the minutes slip past as we drive into Mayfair. The car slowsoutside a white town house. Iron cast railings, steps leading up towards a black front door and cherry blossom trees lining the pavements.

I always wonder what kind of people live in these houses, it’s a dream of mine someday to own one… I scoff, it really isjusta dream.

Before I can even try and open my door, the driver is there once more.

Thanking him, he walks up to the front door with me and knocks loudly on the silver knocker. I keep my head down and knot my fingers in front of me.

It feels like hours pass when really it’s a second or so and the door opens wide. My eyes lift when I see a pair of black oxfords on the door mat.

Tall, broad, and devastatingly handsome.

Blond hair, blue eyes, tanned skin.

I would place him in his mid-forties, maybe.

He is wearing a white shirt, slightly unbuttoned at the top, sleeves rolled up that show his veiny forearms and large hands.

“You must be Flora,” he gives a half smile and steps aside before thanking his driver and dismissing him.

“Hi,” my voice squeaks before my cheeks flame red as his eyes sweep over me.

I walk into the impressive hallway and slip my shoes off just as he closes the door.

“Come,” he nods down towards the long marble floored hallway and I follow like an obedient puppy dog.

He leads me into a large kitchen area and pulls a stool out at the breakfast bar. I sit, nerves rattling deep inside of me as he flicks the kettle on then turns and looks at me, fingers curled around the worksurface.

“So, Flora,” he smirks as if testing the way my name rolls off his tongue. “You have plenty of experience with childcare, why have you not been offered a long term nanny position?”

His question startles me for a moment, my mouth opening before it closes again, the sound of the kettle growing louder.

“I just haven’t found the right family…” I trail off, twisting the thin ring on my middle finger round, “or maybe the right family hasn’t found me.”

He nods, turning and reaching for two mugs.

“Tea?” he asks, but doesn’t turn to look at me.

“Please.”

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