Nanny Wanted

by Iona Rose

  Nanny wanted

  Iona Rose

  Some Books

  Contents

  Author’s Note

  Appreciations

  1. Ella

  2. Ella

  3. Ella

  4. Luke

  5. Luke

  6. Ella

  7. Ella

  8. Luke

  9. Luke

  10. Ella

  11. Ella

  12. Luke

  13. Luke

  14. Ella

  15. Ella

  16. Luke

  17. Ella

  18. Luke

  19. Ella

  20. Ella

  21. Luke

  22. Luke

  23. Ella

  24. Luke

  25. Ella

  26. Luke

  27. Ella

  28. Ella

  29. Ella

  30. Luke

  31. Ella

  32. Luke

  33. Ella

  34. Luke

  35. Luke

  36. Ella

  37. Ella

  38. Luke

  39. Ella

  40. Ella

  41. Luke

  42. Luke

  43. Ella

  44. Ella

  45. Luke

  46. Luke

  Epilogue

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  About the Author

  Author’s Note

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  Nanny Wanted

  Copyright © 2020 Iona Rose

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  All characters in this publication are fictitious, any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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  Ella

  A loud banging at the front door woke me up from my sleep. I bolted upright in a terrible panic, my head whirling around towards the sound.

  The landlord!

  That was my first thought. He had come to kick me out of my apartment. Heart pounding, I stared into the darkness. My chest rose up and down. I glanced at my bedside table clock.

  Four freaking am!

  No way was it the landlord. Surely, they’re not allowed to harass their tenants like this by law. I waited, hunched inside my duvet. Silence. Jesus, it had just been another nightmare. A nightmare so real, I had believed it was a banging on my door.

  I fell back onto my bed with a sigh. This was no way to live. My life was in shambles. No wonder I was getting nightmares every night. The rent had been due two days ago and I had no money. My life which had been so orderly, now seemed like it belonged to someone else.

  Fuck Stan. He had played his games, messed up my brain, and caused trouble at my workplace. Then I had to get a restraining order on him, but it was too late. I’d been fired from my last position in the real estate company I worked for. Which would have been understandable given the poor state of the economy, except I had been one of only three people laid off out of a hundred and ten.

  And the other two were ladies in their sixties, and one of them had already mentioned wanting to leave.

  There seemed to be no point in trying to sleep when clearly, my brain was done with any thoughts of sleep. I swung my legs off the bed and padded to my minuscule kitchen to make some coffee.

  In my tiny living room, I opened my laptop and checked my email for job offers. Given the number of interviews I’d done, surely there had to be an invitation somewhere. None. Zilch. My heart pounded hard against my chest as the implications of this sunk in.

  I would be kicked out of my apartment. I’d be homeless. Sweat gathered under my armpits. I wanted to kick something, but I restrained myself. The last time I’d given in to the urge to hit something two years ago, I’d ended up with a broken toe after kicking a brick wall.

  Think, Ella. Think.

  There must be something else I could do besides sell real estate. I thought of my dream to be a fashion designer. Then I shoved it out of my mind. Fashion design was for people who were born wealthy, not people like me who needed to work at real jobs to feed, clothe, and put a roof over myself.

  I opened a browser and typed in ‘available jobs in South Carolina.’ I clucked my tongue at the results pages. Most were domestic cleaning type jobs, which I was starting to consider. If the pay was good enough why not? I wasn’t too proud to be cleaning homes for a living. Then in the sea of domestic help needed ads, a different type of advert caught my eye.

  Nanny urgently needed.

  Excellent pay and benefits.

  Hmmm… interesting. What could be difficult about watching a child or children? I was good with children.

  My sister, Angela’s three children loved me. I was their favorite Aunty. Not that there were any other contenders. Still, I felt certain I would have been their favorite aunt if we had more sisters.

  My interest was further piqued as I read the job description.

  The child that needed minding was five years old, just like my niece Charlotte. True, I had rarely seen my sister’s family during the last two years, but I facetimed or Skyped Angela a lot and always got to speak to the children every time too.

  However, I was aware, this probably wasn’t enough to get to know the ins and outs of being a nanny to them. If I were being honest, I had no idea what five-year-old girls were like, but there were lots of books I could read on the subject and I was once a little girl. I made a decision there and then to apply for the position. It would be a stopgap until I got something better in real estate.

  I poised my fingers over the keyboard as I thought of what to say. Then I wrote an email to the contact email given. When I read it through, I realized that even I wouldn’t hire me. So, I exaggerated my experience somewhat. Okay, maybe I went overboard and did more than a bit of embellishing. I couldn’t help it. As my grandma used to say, you can’t polish a turd. As I re-read my email, I felt an almost desperate desire to hire myself before someone else snapped me up.

  Good. I hit send. They were all white lies anyway.

  Ella

  Two hours later, I got an email requesting me to attend an interview. The wording gave no clue about the potential employer, other than a name. Luke Meyers and a work email address. Excitedly, I quickly penned back a reply. The following day would be awesome.

  Just as I hit send, my cell phone vibrated from the table. I reached for it and smiled when I saw the caller. My best friend, Ruby.

  “Don’t tell me the slave driver has left,” I said referring to Ruby’s boss, a workaholic woman who owned the beauty salon where she worked.

  Her laughter crackled
through the phone. “No chance. I’m between clients.”

  Ruby was a makeup artist and one of the few people I knew who really loved her job. And she was really good at it. When I got married, I was having her do my face.

  “Anything new?” she asked, referring to my jobless situation.

  I sighed deeply. “None. Not one. Anyway, I might have found a temporary situation.” I told her about the nanny position I had applied for.

  “God Ella, what do you know about kids? I want to be supportive and all, but a nanny?” She ended the question with a laugh.

  I threw my shoulders back. “I’ll have you know that I do have experience with my sister’s kids.”

  Ruby went silent for a few seconds. “Is that all of your experience? Watching your sister’s kids whom you see once a year?”

  “Well, I kinda made up some stuff,” I admitted.

  “You didn’t!” she gasped.

  “I did, but I figure it isn’t exactly rocket science. I mean, I saw Mary Poppins and there must be a bunch of books on the subject. I’m going to read until my eyes bleed.”

  “I don’t know. I still think you should wait for a more suitable job,” she said doubtfully.

  “At this point, Rubes, I’ll take anything. Rent was due two days ago, and my bank account is crying.”

  “Hey, stop being so proud and let me lend you some money,” she offered softly. “It’s not a big deal and I do have plenty.”

  Ruby was a saver, unlike me. I spent it as quickly as I made it, but this experience of being so close to homelessness had taught me a big fat lesson. After this, I intended to start religiously saving at least twenty percent of what I earned. But first, I needed to start earning. “No, it’s okay. That’s another slippery slope I don’t want to get on. I’ll be fine.” I refused to take advantage of my best friend’s kindness.

  We chatted some more, then Ruby had to go in a hurry. Her boss had passed by and gave her the beginnings of the evil eye. I laughed as I disconnected the call. Just by being herself, Ruby always managed to cheer me up even when my circumstances were dire like they were now.

  I spent a couple of minutes trying to figure out what nannies wore. In my mind, I thought of nannies in nurse like blue uniforms, but since I owned nothing like that, I decided to be myself. With that problem solved, I went online and started my research on Reddit. I found a nanny sub-Reddit and began my introduction to being a nanny there.

  Okay, there did appear to be the existence of kids from hell and parents from deeper hell, but generally, I felt I could handle it. I downloaded a PDF and a book on being a super nanny and waded through both. I actually learned a lot from the book and started to feel really confident about my decision.

  Ella

  The following day found me in an Uber on Cotton Hollow Street, which turned out to be a suburb for the rich. It wasn’t far from the city but it seemed like a different world. Tree lined winding streets and houses set so far back, that you only got a peek of them through the gigantic trees.

  I swallowed hard when the car came to a stop in front of a pair of massive gates. Before I could get out and press the intercom, the gates swung open noiselessly.

  As the car drove through, I looked around at a house surrounded by old mature trees and a lawn which would not look out of place in a golf course. I sat unmoving as I debated whether to go ahead with my scatter-brained idea of pretending to be an experienced nanny.

  The longer the drive extended, the more I became convinced that this had been a stupid idea. The worst I’d ever had. I wanted to tell the Uber driver to turn around, but the thought of facing the landlord with no money kept my mouth shut. I blinked rapidly and stared ahead at the mansion.

  “Planning to get out any time this year?” the driver asked sarcastically.

  The car had come to a stop. Before I could formulate a reply, one of the huge, double doors swung open, and the most gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on stepped out. The first thing I noticed was his height. Definitely over six feet. He wore a white t-shirt that clung to him and showed off his abs.

  “Fuck,” I said, apparently not quite under my breath, judging from the chuckle coming from the driver’s seat.

  I took a deep breath. Showtime! I opened the door and slipped out.

  Running hands down my dress, I plastered a big ass smile on my face and sashayed up those steps. “Hi,” I said, and struck out my hand.

  Then my eyes met his and all rational thought left my brain. I was a step away from drooling. His eyes were so blue that they reminded me of a perfect summer sky. My gaze took in his chiseled, classically handsome face before dropping to his perfect body. With my height, I didn’t have to lower my gaze too far down before settling on the bulge in front of his jeans.

  And for some weird, totally incomprehensible reason, I started thinking like a nymphomaniac would. I imagined my hand stroking his package, as it grew larger and larger.

  He cleared his throat.

  Startled, I looked up and met his slightly amused look. My face burned with shame and embarrassment. This could be my boss for crying out loud. What am I thinking? God, what must he think of me? If I were him, I’d think I was a perv who couldn’t be trusted with my precious daughter. I just lost the job before I got it.

  I knew what the problem was. I wasn’t a nympho/slut. I was just nervous as hell. So jittery I was behaving in a way that was alien even to me. I got myself ready for him to tell me to call my Uber back, the interview was over.

  Then he spoke in a totally dark and delicious voice, “Miss Cooper.”

  God, even his voice was hot. I swallowed excess saliva and tried to smile confidently. “That’s me.”

  “Luke Meyers. Come on in,” he said as he held the door for me.

  A gentleman. Very few of those in my world. As soon as I stepped into the huge foyer, my attention turned to the obvious wealth reeking from the room.

  A huge chandelier with many crystal lights hung from the cathedral high ceiling. The foyer had to be larger than my whole apartment. A curved staircase led to the second story.

  “This way, please.”

  I followed him down the hallway into a room which obviously served as an office and library. To my shock, I found myself doing it again. Staring with admiration at his tight muscular butt as he strolled ahead of me. I stopped myself from going too far down that road and brought my thoughts back to the interview at hand.

  He held the door and let me pass.

  I felt his eyes boring into my back.

  “Please have a seat,” he said, walking over to take his seat behind the big desk.

  “Thank you, Mr. Meyers.”

  “Please call me Luke.”

  I sat down and tried to keep my dress from riding up too high on my thighs. When I looked up, Luke was staring at my exposed thighs. So, it wasn’t just me. We had some serious chemistry going on.

  Then I remembered the landlord. I really, desperately needed this job. Luke Meyers was my potential employer.

  With that, I beamed what I hoped was a professional smile at him and began my prepared spiel. I intended to shower him with all my charm. I would land this job. It was exactly what I needed.

  Luke

  This was Molly’s potential nanny!

  Fuck me! I had seen many women who could be described as sex on legs, but never would I have attributed this description to a five-feet nothing nanny. Until now. Everything about her just screamed sex. That red hair, her juicy mouth, the way her green eyes narrowed in on my dick, and that smoking body! Even her ponytail just made me want to grasp it and pull her head back as I rammed into her.

  I actually had to hurry behind my desk to hide my growing hard on. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her smooth creamy thighs. Her choice of dress didn’t help matters. If it had been a couple of inches higher, I’d have seen her panties.

  If she wore any.

  I adjusted my cock subtly. It didn’t help how her breasts were pushing against the thin ma
terial of her dress and I could make out not only the shape of her heavy breasts, but I could see her nipples. They were hard. I forced my gaze upwards, away from her curvy little body, up to her face. She bit down on her plump bottom lip, and I felt it like a punch in the solar plexus. I wanted to suck on that juicy lip… so hard.

  She let out a small moan.

  Jesus! This was not the way to start out with her. Especially, if she turned out to be a good candidate. Although, I highly doubted it. For one, she wore a dress that fell short of being indecent. To be fair, on another woman, it wouldn’t have been a big deal. I guess it wasn’t her fault, she had the kind of body which would induce wet dreams. Small and compact. I could easily lift her up and fuck her standing, without even breaking into a sweat.

  My cock throbbed painfully at the image of fucking her against the wall. Angry with myself, I pushed away the image and concentrated on the interview. “So, Miss Cooper,” I began.

  “Please, call me Ella,” she said. Her voice sounded soft and unhurried. A soothing voice.