One Night Stand by Tory Baker EPUB & PDF – eBook Details
- Author: Tory Baker
- Language: English
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Bailey
I’M SWEATING. WAIT, THAT’S NOT THE CORRECT TERM A LADY WOULD OR
should use. I’m perspiring. I shouldn’t be. The weather is crisp and cool, but
that doesn’t deter my body from being a nervous wreck.
“Press the button, Bai,” I tell myself under my breath, worried that the
cameras the owners have set up around the house are being monitored. I’ve
used the agency for the past seven years. I knew by the time I was in my last
year of high school that college wasn’t for me. I thrived at babysitting local
neighborhood children. Being recommended by word of mouth wasn’t so bad
either.
Well, minus the fact that some of the children I watched were not the
greatest. Thankfully, if they called asking for my services again, the excuse
that I was already booked wasn’t so much of a fib. I made enough money
starting at the age of thirteen that by my eighteenth birthday, my savings
account was plush. All these years later, now with a nanny agency, I’m
making way more money, and not needing a home of my own at the age of
twenty-five has me pretty well set. The only bad part is saying goodbye to
some of the children I’ve known for years on end. Which is what happened
recently. Maddie and Max, the four-year-old twins I was nannying for,
moved overseas. The Landry’s gave me the opportunity to move to England
with them after Mr. Landry was given a job promotion. It was the thought of
leaving my own family that had me declining the offer.
That was last month. While waiting for the next family who needs a live-in
nanny, it wasn’t an ideal situation to live with my parents again after being
out of the house for seven years now, but it’s helped. The one thing anyone
should know about is that I’m frugal. I like seeing my money in my bank
account, and if for some reason it gets below a certain amount, I’m stresseating until it’s back to the necessary balance.
It’s now or never. I press the button for the doorbell, awaiting to see what or
who opens the door. The file I was presented with yesterday when I went to
the agency said it was two little girls, the mother wasn’t around, no reasoning
as to why, a single dad, and that’s basically it. I’m going in blind. Not the
first and more than likely not the last time. It’s why we’ve been trained
thoroughly to not ask questions, to read between the lines, and to listen but
not give any input unless it’s asked.
“Hello, you must be Bailey.” A nice lady, probably ten or so years older than
my own mother, answers the door.
“Hi, I am. It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Hughes.” Another tidbit from the file
stated that the interview would take place with the children’s grandmother.
For the first meeting, we keep it to adults only. We don’t want to bring in the
children only to get their hopes up when we potentially won’t be able to
follow through for one reason or another.
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