Page 4 of Curvy Nanny for the Cougar
Never. Ever. Ever.
And no, it’s not because I’m jealous that Kyle’s getting more action than me.
Okay.
Maybe it’s a little that.
But mostly, it’s the trauma.
But back to the nanny job.
I mean, I do have a degree in early childhood education, even if the only thing I’ve been teaching lately is my brother on how to not blow milk out of his nose at the breakfast table.
Seriously, he still does this at thirty-six.
Maybe this job is worth a reply.
Maybe I just need to stop overthinking it.
I hover my finger over the contact button, and before I can talk myself out of it, I send my resume with one clickity click.
Then a flicker of light catches my eye.
Not from the ad I’m still looking at—but the one right beneath it.
Date to Mate: where destiny is just one swipe away.
Oh no.
Not this weird crap again.
It’s this weirdly glowing ad, wedged between two more boring listings.
The text shimmers slightly, and I blink twice to be sure it’s not just grease on the screen.
Looking for something more than a job? Maybe your destiny? Date to Mate—where magic meets the algorithm.
There’s a little heart icon with wings that pulses like it has a heartbeat of its own.
I quirk my nose. “Okay, weird.”
“You thinking about signing up?”
The voice comes from behind me, and I look up to see my server—a petite, curvy woman with long brown curls, a cheeky grin, and eyes that practically sparkle.
Her name tag reads Carina.
I laugh.
“What, that app? I don’t really do dating apps. Those things never work.”
Carina gasps like I just cursed at her cat.
“Excuse you! That’s how I found my man! I met my Horace through Date to Mate, and trust me, it works.”
“Horace?” I arch an eyebrow, trying not to smile.
“Big, broody computer programmer. Total cinnamon roll on the inside. I mean, don’t tell him I said that. But seriously, the app is magic. Literally.”
