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“Is she going to be my nanny?” he asks his dad with eager eyes.
“I am not sure. We will have to go over all three ladies and decide later, but if you want to ask her anything, you can.” Nova looks disappointed. He is used to getting his way. Most only children are.
“Sienna, do you think my dad should choose you or the troll lady?” he asks, trying to get his way.
“I think that is up to your dad, and maybe you guys should have a family meeting about it once I am gone.” I wink at his dad who smiles, and sweet mother of God, my knickers almost combust when he does. He might be a much older, single dad, but he certainly has the charm, and the looks to make me forget he’s off-limits.
“What is your availability to start?” Lance asks me, stepping in and taking control again.
“I am available immediately. My last family moved away a few weeks ago,” I say, hoping it is in my favor.
“Have you got a first aid certification, and have you done any other training in childcare aside from your teaching degree?” he asks, and it feels like he’s making up questions. All that is in my resume.
“I have first aid, and I keep it valid and up to date. I have done a lot of training, courses, and workshops on childcare. It’s all in my file,” I say, not wanting to start listing them all. I am always learning. I love gaining knowledge and experience. It makes me better, and I would be bored if I stopped learning.
“Nova said you played soccer?” He sounds shocked. He’s looking me over in a less than subtle way.
“I was on the first team at Uni and played all through high school, yes. I love soccer.” I do love it, and I miss playing. Hopefully, I can play with Nova, and even help out with his team if they need it. “I am really happy Nova plays. It’ll be fun to get involved again.” Lance nods, leans forwards, resting his elbows on his knees, and I can see down his open-collar white shirt that he has more than a few tattoos under there.Look away.I have to get my mind on the interview and off the hot dad. I am here for Nova—to look after and educate him. Not perve over his dad.
“Their team could use some help,” he says. “I think I have asked everything I need to know for now.” He stands, and I follow his lead. I don’t know if this went well or not.
“Thanks, Sienna.” Lance shakes my hand. “I will contact Nathan, and let him know what we decide. Nova and I are going to have a meeting over dinner.” He strikes me as too polite to say to my face that I am not the one. Even though Nova likes me, I think his dad has reservations and might prefer the cabbage lover to me. It’s not personal. We never know what a family is looking for or what their needs are.
“Not cabbage, I hope.” I wink at Nova on my way to the front door and he laughs.
I might get the job if the little guy is the boss of things. Let’s see. I gave it a shot—he might hate all three candidates and ask Nathan for more. A lot of single dads with boys are looking for MANnies these days. I am not going to sprout a penis and turn into one of those.
I leave with the distinct feeling that I’m not what Lance is looking for, and I hope something else comes up soon. It’ll be a long summer if it doesn’t.
THREE
LANCE
Hiring people to care for my son is impossible, and not for the first time in his life, I am stacking pros and cons in my head. The only difference is he’s old enough to have strong opinions now, and he will not go easy on the poor woman if I choose the wrong one.
“Which one do you like?” I ask him but I already know his answer, but I'm hoping he’s changed his mind. “The cabbage lady is a no, from both of us.” I clear that up. He won’t have to be left with her. She was awful. “It’s between Sienna, the soccer playing teacher, and Molly, the quiet one with the glasses.”
“Sienna,” Nova says with his mouth full, and continues once he has swallowed. “She is not weird, and she even made you smile. Which is like a superpower or something.” I did smile at her, and she isn’t weird or harsh with him. The problem is, other parts of me paid attention to her too—Sienna is stunning, head turning, jaw dropping gorgeous. That is going to be a problem for me, and my penis, if she lives here.
I am a man, and I work really hard to control what my son sees and doesn’t see when it comes to women in my life. Having a smoking hot nanny might make that impossible. He hit it off with her right away, though. He didn’t like the other two and has to be with whoever I choose most of his day. “Why not Molly?” I try my luck, making sure I’m not going to make a massive mistake here.
“She didn’t make me or you smile,” he answers like that should be painfully obvious to me, his logic is not at all flawed. I mull it over while we eat our chicken wraps at the kitchen island. I need these next three months to be easy for both of us. It’s a huge move, and I am going to be busy. Choosing someone he likes is more important than how hard it’ll be for me to look at her.
“I will let them know we would like Sienna to work here, but it’s her decision. She might think we stink, and then we’ll be stuck with Molly.” I prepare him for the possibility she may not want to work here, and he finds that funny.
“I charmed her socks off, dad,” he says. “Of course she wants to work here.” I see myself in his cocky little smirk, and wonder if the world is ready for him, and all his charming awesomeness. “She probably makes better chicken than you.” He takes a dig at my dinner skills. I am not a chef, but I try my best to feed him good food.
“I’m sure she does.” I agree with him. “You can be the judge when she’s here. I’ll get them to send me a contract tomorrow, so she can start here in the new week.” It’s Thursday, no point in her starting on Friday. He’s satisfied to have gotten his way on the matter. She had the best experience to help with the schooling part of things, too. Nova and I finish our dinner, and he helps me tidy up afterward.
“My friend Massimo has a cleaning lady that washes dishes. He doesn’t have to tidy up,” my son comments, lamenting his chores.
“He sounds like spoiled, lazy, shit,” I say. I have strong opinions about kids learning to do stuff about the house. “You will thank me for teaching you things like this one day.” I remind him. His allowance depends on his willingness to participate in helping around our home. There’s no price on the lesson that teaches him, and sure, having a maid would be great, but I didn’t grow up that way. I became a billionaire out of hard work, and hard work made sure I maintained my status for this long—if it comes easy, it’ll go easy.
“I don’t know, Dad. What am I going to need to know how to wash dishes for? There’s already a machine for that. They’ll invent one to pack it next.” He’s not wrong, but the dishes are not the lesson.
“You will know enough to be the guy that invents the machine that packs the dishwasher.” I nudge him playfully and he pauses to think. I can see that eight-year-old mind working at double speed.
“That’s pretty genius. If I make the machines, they can’t replace me, can they?” He’s definitely smart.
