Page 34 of Curvy Nanny for the Cougar
He’s too much.
Too smoking hot for me.
Too good to be true, really.
And I don’t want to be disappointed by a man again.
Besides, I’m still figuring my life out.
Still healing from rejection letters, weird temp jobs, and my ex who told me I was a lot.
Still learning how to live without overthinking everything and letting negativity cloud my joy.
But hey, good news? I got a job.
An actual job.
The weirdly specific, kind of demanding, very intense nanny ad?
You know, the one written by an emotionally constipated dad who sounds like he yells at Bluetooth speakers?
Yeah. That one.
He emailed me back.
So tonight, I’m rolling up my worldly possessions (two suitcases and a giant tote bag with broken wheels—she’s been through some things), and tomorrow morning at 7:30 AM sharp, I’m showing up for a two-week trial period as Alexander Montgomery Alistair’s nanny.
That is a lot of name for a little boy. Makes me grin just thinking about it.
I hope he’s okay with just Alex.
Or Lex.
Maybe even Squish if he’s extra adorable. We’ll see.
I’m just about to check the time when a familiar voice cuts through the hum of the restaurant.
“Hey, it’s you!”
I glance up to see Carina, one of the owners, grinning at me like I just walked in from a trip overseas and she’s been waiting on me for weeks.
Weird. I mean, we’re not friends.
Not exactly.
We’ve chatted a bit. But that’s all.
“Oh, hi,” I say, tugging down the hem of my sundress and trying to act cool.
Too late. I am decidedly not cool.
“So?” she asks, eyes sparkling. “Did you try the app?”
I blink. “What?”
“The app! Date to Mate?” she practically sings it, like it’s a magic spell.
“Oh. Uh, actually, I did.”
