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splutter. "I was checking on Samuel, and I..." I pause as I try

es, anger oozing f

I've been wanting to buy my father some new cologne and..."

t, clearly not believing this bu

at cologne it was so I co

n question. "You think I

u smell way better than h

y that o

accidentally left on charge." He gestures to his side table and I see his damn phone on charge. "And I find you,"

up my face. "It sounds kind of

me, deadpan.

ake it as a compliment. Not very many men smell nice enough for me to b

off. "This is an inv

y throat. Oh fucking hell, get me out of here. This is mortifying. I readjust

alk about this tonight when I have more

ll you please go and put som

r. "I'm sorry." I dro

es toward the door with his hand.

s Bri

n back

8:30 p.m. sharp. I would l

le to help it, I blurt out my thoughts,

pauses for a moment. "Let's

ve a nice day," I mutter as I leave the room. I fee

m, I close the door behind me, lean on it and shut my eyes. I've done a

f fool gets caught in her new boss's bedroom, in her pyjamas, sniffing his aftershave on her

will you please go and p

door slam outside. I go to the window and peer through the sheer curtain, watching on as

t off to a

e hell a

dding? I don't know the first damn thing about looking after children and mindin

he going

father, and I cringe, filled with embarrassment.

down. If I don't have a job then I can't afford to stay in England

for a moment as I try

on as I can find another job, I will, and then I'll give my notice and leave. Emerson

k it up,

I suppose wearing a skimpy nightdress and getting

could have caught me ma

ugh? Did he really take my photo upstairs and get himself off last ni

t care if he smells stupid hot. He's too old for me. I just

determina

's my plan of a

ouse and be the best damn nanny I c

y face is dejected and sad. It kind of feels weird living with people that aren't my fam

ust try really hard

table, rolling my fingers. I've finished t

ed to wake t

y watch to see

they have to

on't know what in hell I'm doing here. Mr. Mas

hen begins to ring, and I look aro

g, r

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it vibrates on the wall. I peer into t