Page 64 of The Nanny and the Hothead
Libby: I know.
Charlotte sighed. If anyone could read her vibe—even over the phone—it was Libby.
Charlotte: From here on out, it’ll be completely professional. I’m going to be a model employee for the remainder of the trial period or longer—who knows! His tab will not be inserted into my slot again. Ever. Never, ever, ever, ever.
Charlotte winced. Yeah, that looked as weird as it sounded.
Penny: What about London? Are you still going to apply for that photography workshop?
Charlotte’s stomach dropped.
Penny: If you are, you should talk to Mitch about the possibility of being gone for 2 weeks. Remember, back when we were both working the lunch shift at the Crystal Cricket, Mitch blew his top when one of the waiters asked for the weekend off to attend his sister’s wedding. The guy is strung pretty tightly. I’d give him a heads-up if I were you.
Crap! She’d forgotten what she’d done.
Charlotte: I kind of already sent in the application.
Harper: Kind of? Like you kind of had sex with Mitch?
She was never going to live this down!
Charlotte: I applied using a picture I took of Mitch. But in my defense, I was drunk!
Penny: You were drunk when you applied?
So much for gaining clarity! When did her life become such a train wreck?
Charlotte: No, I was pretty tipsy when I took the picture but totally sober when I sent it in with the application.
A picture she hadn’t been granted permission to use. She chewed her lip. Breathe! Nothing terrible has happened. Getting accepted was a long shot at best. There was a good chance nothing would come of it, right?
She opened and closed her desert of a mouth, then chugged down the last of the water bottle. It was the water Mitch had set out for her the day she’d woken up and assumed she’d been kidnapped. She cringed for what seemed like the millionth time, recalling that over a relatively short period, she’d gotten drunk, failed at speed dating, and ended up working for her boss…who she’d screwed in a tent.
Every facet of her life had spun out of control!
Well, not every facet. At least she didn’t have to dress like a mermaid anymore.
She sank into the seat. That was hitting one heck of a bottom.
“Charlotte, look!” Oscar cried, and she nearly fell to the floor.
Text time was over!
She tossed her phone into her bag and joined Oscar at the window as he pointed to a sign that readCrystal Acres.
“The houses here are so big!” Oscar added, pressing his nose against the glass.
That was an understatement!
Growing up in Denver, she knew about this glitzy part of town.
Crystal Acres was part of the Crystal Creek neighborhood not far from where Penny lived with Rowen and Phoebe in the uber-exclusive Crystal Hills. But there was one difference between the Hills and the Acres. The high-end homes in Crystal Acres came with a decent-sized plot of land—an insanely expensive extravagance in the densely packed Denver Metro area.
Former TV chefs must make bank!
“Do you know which one is ours?” Oscar asked softly.
Ours.
