The New Nanny

The Movie Star

JOHN

I have no idea why I took this fucking role. My 6-year-old son could have written a better script than this. Throwing the thick script down on the table, I fall back against the uncomfortable couch with a sigh. My agent made this role out to be a once in a lifetime one, but I'm now thinking he might have oversold it.

Before I can pick up my phone to give him a piece of my mind, I hear a gentle knock.

"Who is it?" The door of my trailer opens and my assistant walks in holding a large cup of coffee. "Ruby, you are a lifesaver." I take it from her with a grateful smile. Ruby Lang has been my assistant for three years now and I have no idea what I would do without her.

"Don't mention it Mr. Hawthorne...do you need anything else?"

"A new script?" She laughs, well aware of how I feel about this project.

"Not a lot I can do there I'm afraid...oh, your wife just called, she asked if you could give her a call back?" I groan, the main reason for taking this role was to get away from her. She gives me a sympathetic look as she backs towards the door. "I'll leave you to it."

"Thanks Rube." She smiles and shuts the door behind her. 

Dialling my wife's number, I sit back and take a swig of coffee.

"Hello darling." Her voice comes across sickly sweet and instantly I'm on my guard wondering what she wants.

"Ruby said you called...is Danny okay?" My voice is deadpan, but I'm not in the mood to play along with her.

"He's fine. I called to let you know I interviewed someone for the nanny job today."

"Okay." My voice comes out sharper than intended, but she brings it out in me. Why is she calling me while I'm on set about a fucking nanny? This whole thing was her idea anyway, I figured it was just a waste of money.

"And I thought you might be interested in who might be looking after our son." I knew it wouldn't take long for that sweet voice to turn bitter. I'm not about to get into an argument with her, so I play along.

"I'm sorry Maria, of course I'm interested." I've learnt in the five years we've been together, it's best just to go along with her.

"Well, she's got plenty of experience."

"That's good, but are you sure we really need a nanny?"

"Yes we do, my business is really taking off...not that you care." I'm about to reply that I'm sure selling essential oils isn't the toughest job, but thankfully, she cuts me off. "If you're worried you'll be tempted by her, don't worry, she's a plain little dumpy thing."

She's always on my ass about being a cheater. Admittedly I had messed up in the very beginning of our relationship with other women, but since then I've been nothing but a good husband. That's not to say I haven't had many opportunities with other women, but I've never taken them up on it...no matter how tempted I might be. She, on the other hand has grown very close to her personal trainer, Brad, but if I'm being honest at this point, I don't even care. Our marriage was one of convenience, I needed to cull my bad boy image and she wanted a rich man.

"Wow, that's a great reason to hire someone to look after our child." My is voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Well, I know how difficult it is for you to keep your dick in your pants."

"I'm not having this fucking discussion again Maria, do whatever you want, but I would like the person looking after our child to be the least bit competent."

"I'm not an idiot, John."

The line goes dead and I throw my phone down on the table with more force than necessary. It seems that every conversation we have now turns into an argument. If it wasn't for Danny, I would have left her a long time ago.

I hear my phone vibrate and I pick it up, hoping it's Ron apologising for getting me into this, but lucky for him, it pays well. It's not Ron, but an email from Maria. The subject is as snarky as I could imagine: 'If you're interested'. I open up the first attachment which turns out to be this woman's CV. I'm glad to see how well qualified she is, she's only been with a couple of families, but both of which have been long term. Judging by this, she seems perfect to be our unnecessary nanny. 

I open the second attachment to see it's a picture of who I guess must be the nanny. Plain and dumpy are certainly not words I would use to describe Emily Brown. The photo is a candid shot of her and some guy with his arm around her. She's looking up at him and laughing, I'm guessing Maria snatched this from her social media. She's wearing a low cut maxi dress that seems to cling to her curves...and what curves they are. As amazing as her body might be, it's her face that really captures my attention. She is beautiful, but there's something else there, she looks so familiar.

I can't help imagine how it would feel to explore those curves with my hands and my mouth, to kiss those full lips of hers. Those big brown eyes looking up at me as she takes me in her mouth. I'm hard just thinking about it.

Shit, I have to control myself, this woman might become my son's nanny. The last thing I need to be doing is lusting over the nanny, I don't need to become that cliché. I'm a grown man who can control himself...so why is this woman turning me into a horny teenager all over again?