Page 44 of Curvy Nanny for the Cougar
This is a job.
Not a hookup.
Not a fairytale.
He was very clear about that in his ad.
So yeah. I’m going to act professionally.
No swooning.
No wistful sighs.
No mental replays of what happened that night while he’s just down the hall.
Right.
First things first.
Alex. He’s the reason I’m here.
“You ready, Alex?” I call out.
The little whirlwind appears at my doorway with his swim bag on his back, grinning wide enough to split his face.
“Yep! Got my goggles and everything!”
“Great. Let’s roll, champ.”
“Bye, Dad!” he yells over his shoulder as I follow him toward the front door.
Dane steps into the hallway, mug of coffee in one hand, sleeves rolled up.
“See you both later,” he says, casual and smooth—but his eyes linger a little too long on mine.
“Oh, um, will you be here?” I ask and instantly wish I hadn’t.
“I do live here,” he says with a grin.
“Duh. I just thought you work late, um, that is,” I say, trying to remove my foot from my mouth.
“I do. More than I like lately, but I work from home,” he says with a small smile, nodding toward a door down the hall.
“My office is just there. I’m a lawyer, but I’m also building a startup—an app, actually. It’s legal advice for supernatur—uh, I mean, for, uh, underserved communities.”
He fumbles. Just a little. And I blink at the weird pause, filing it away.
“We can talk about it later, if you like?” he adds.
“Sure,” I murmur, turning quickly before I do something incredibly unprofessional.
Like kiss him goodbye.
Yes, please.
No! Bad girl!
Ooh maybe he can call me that later—dear God, what is wrong with me?
