Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
The ridiculously burly man lets bewilderment cross his expression once more. “So, you’re like…certifiedskies when it comes to kid shit, aye?”
“Ish.”
His eye roll is expected. “Ish.”
“And yes.” A proud smile is permitted a chance to be seen. “Early Childhood Development is what I went to school for and have taken many continuing education courses about it. I’ve been in the business of raising kids basically since I was one.”
“You got any of your own?”
Being much more uncomfortable with his question than his daughter who is wrist deep in my hair like she’s looking for buried treasure prompts me to snip, “Did you even bother to read my résumé?”
“I’ve been hit in the head since then,” he good naturedly chuckles.
I don’t know why, but I find it impossible not to giggle in return.
Huh.
That sound is usually reserved for adorable children which fall right behind cheesy Christmas movies.
This isn’t good.
Maybe I should quit?
Not taint my impeccable employment record by possibly flirting too much with the person directly in charge of paying me?
“Like I was trying to explain a couple minutes ago…Due to my dissociative episodes – most often triggered by emotional strain – I can’t recall our exact employment arrangement at this moment. Chances are, it – along with whatever event caused my mind to tap out – will eventually come rushing back to me somewhere in the next few weeks – once my brain acknowledges we are safe again versus in survival mode. I’ll check for the notes and stuff about our relationship on my phone – once I find my phone – however, I’m ninety nine percent sure that I’m supposed to start working for you soon hence why you’re here, right?”
Two blank blinks are all that I’m given.
“Typically, anytime I take a new live-in nannying job, I update my medical information to include the family as a relative point of contact in case of an emergency along with my best friend, Berks – who was probably the one to call you to come to my aid since she doesn’t live here and physically can’t be here to assist in the moment.”
“Live-in?” Igor’s pale complexion becomes impressively more so. “Did you say live-in nanny?”
“Yeah. Those are the only types I take.” Bella suddenly begins crossing two strands of hair over one another as if attempting to braid them leaving me to playfully ask, “So, Daddy…You ready for me to move in or what?”
Chapter 3
Igor
The good newskie?
After months of shitty interviews with chicks that were just basically glorified babysitters looking to latch themselves onto what they assumed was an NHL goldmine, I’ve finally found the perfect fucking nanny.
The bad newskie?
I lied to get her.
Now, in the true spirit of hockey, they don’t ask how, they simply ask how many.
Problem is…something tells me the curvaceous beauty sleeping down the hall from my daughter is definitely gonna ask how very soon and not like the answer.
She’ll probably quit the second she realizes what really happened – putting me back at the top of shittiest dads in hockey history list – but at least I’ve managed to buy myself a little bit of time to get out of the social media spotlight and find a real nanny.
Not that Jonati “Joey” Grier isn’t a real nanny.
She just isn’t a real nanny for us.
And as my bad luck would have it – because I’m cursedkies like the beast from my daughter’s favorite fairy tale – the woman is one of the most qualified people in the field I’ve ever fucking met.
She’s nannied for doctors.
Lawyers.
Mathematicians.
Actors.
Actresses.
Personal chefs.
She’s worked in this country.
Au Paired in others like Doctenn.
Fuck, she was even a vacation nanny summer before last to some rich widow in the Hamptons.
This broadskie is so good at what she does Mary Poppins would call her for advice.
However, post studying her plays the same way I’ve been studying our opponents all of offseason in between strength training, I now find myself wondering what the fuck she was doing working at some random toy store in the mall for six months?
It’s like…this chick can work for anyone she wants but somehow ended up slinging stuffed elephants to sugared up toddlers and their purchase happy parents?
Why?
What the fuck did she do?
Who the fuck did she do?
According to the file I asked Adelstein to let me borrow – after our boss went home to avoid going into premature labor – other than her last job, she’s never been fired.
She’s never even had a bad mark.
She’s got perfect stats and a perfect rack.
Not that I noticed.
Um…not that I meant to notice.
Bella just keeps flopping her head on the damn things like they’re the world’s softest fucking squishies forcing me to look.
And slightly pissing me off about looking.
I shouldn’t be staring at her tits.
I damn sure shouldn’t have agreed to let her tits into my house.