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His eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
I gestured around the kitchen. “Milo is the only kid who sticks around. Did the kids hang around the other nannies?”
“Not that I can recall. They’re pretty self-sufficient.” He wiped his hands on a clean white towel. “What do you normally do at your jobs? Just do that.”
I glanced at the countertop and laughed to myself. He’d already taken my job by serving everyone and cleaning up. I glanced over at Milo and held my hands out. “What should we do, Milo?”
“Aya, play.” He struggled to climb down from the stool and then grabbed my hand. “Come.”
I grunted. “Of course, even the toddler barks commands like he’s talking to a dog.”
David raised his eyebrows at me. “Does it work?”
I smirked. “What do you think?”
“I think you’re going to be fired by the end of the day.”
I let him have the last word because I knew something he didn’t know. After sleeping in a cloud and using the handheld water attachment in the shower first thing, I was motivated to stick around.
10
***Ada***
WhenIsankintomy bed that night, I nodded to myself. I’d successfully finished my first full day as the Carrington nanny and I hadn’t been fired. I’d also barely seen the other kids. I wasn’t sure I was doing my job correctly but unless I dragged the older kids out of their bedrooms, I didn’t see myself getting more facetime with them. I’d barely seen Collin or Joe. I still hadn’t met the third and final brother. Milo and I had existed in the mansion like we were the only two people in the world. It was a lot.
I’d driven myself to their estate to rip them a new one and that anger still lingered. I didn’t like them and seeing the way they interacted with their children made me think I was right to not like them. They didn’t spend any time with their kids. They didn’t eat together, they didn’t even speak really. It wasn’t right. They treated their own kids like they’d treated me at the diner.
Between the anger and the boredom, I made a decision to seek out more of that justice I’d felt the first day while sitting in Collin’s office. I wanted to mess with the brothers. I wanted to drive them mad. It only seemed fair. It wasn’t like me to covertly mess with someone but I couldn’t let the Carrington brothers continue living their unbothered lives. I wouldn’t.
I had the same dream about the fair that night and I woke up with my hand pressed between my thighs. Frustration drove me into the shower and I used the showerhead to come again so I could get back in bed and go back to sleep for a few more hours. My mystery guy hadn’t shown up multiple nights in a row in years but he was back with a vengeance. In my dream, his face had changed over the years. I wasn’t really sure what he looked like anymore, except for his eyes. They had to be as beautiful as ever.
I checked on Milo after waking up early that morning and went down to the kitchen once I saw he was still sleeping. David was at the range, flipping pieces of bacon when I walked into the kitchen. He tossed a quick look at me over his shoulder and then did a double-take.
I quirked an eyebrow at him as I leaned against the fridge with a bright smile on my face. I was planning on being sneaky and I needed him to look at me less if I was going to succeed. “What?”
He looked down the length of my body and cleared his throat. “Nothing.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “You can’t just look at me like that and then say nothing! What is it?”
“I just didn’t expect the nightgown.” He turned his attention back to the bacon and laughed. “You don’t like to keep up with the trends, huh?”
I scoffed as I bunched the extra material of my nightgown in my hand. “This is trendy.”
“Where? At a nursing home?”
“It’s comfortable.” I opened the fridge and saw that there was already a pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice. I knew it was freshly squeezed because that was what the diner had to keep on hand just for the times the Carringtons came in. Their breakfast was a science. I’d noticed that even at their home, they ate exactly the same thing as they did at the diner. They were creatures of habit and that made them easy targets.
“I guess it’s fine. I just… You’re young. I thought you’d dress a little more age appropriate.” The back of his ears turned red. “Not that I think you should come down here in a tiny nightgown or anything.”
I turned the salt shaker I’d sneakily grabbed upside down over the pitcher and laughed at David. “You don’t understand how comfortable these nightgowns are. I could run a marathon in this thing and feel great afterward. It’s roomy. It’s stretchy and super soft. Maybe it takes away an idea of my waist but what do I care?”
“There’s also the Crocs…” David kept his eyes on the stove, thankfully. “Matilda came down here every morning dressed like a supermodel.”
Finished with my salt addition, I closed the fridge door and held a glass water bottle up to David while I silently put the salt shaker back with my other hand. “I didn’t see that in the job requirement. And there’s nothing wrong with Crocs. I can conquer the world in these things. Now I’m going back upstairs to wake Milo up and I expect a nicer attitude when I get back down here.”
He laughed. “Then I hope you change while you’re up there.”
The door off the kitchen opened and a very sweaty Joe walked inside. He spotted me, looked at my nightgown, frowned deeper than I’d seen yet, and shuddered before hurrying away. I could tell David was silently laughing, even with his back to me, but I just stuck my tongue out at him and continued with my morning.
