Nanny

15

Kate

It may have been the wrong thing to do, but it felt oh so right.

I clung to the pillow long after Braxton left. It still smelled like him, and I didn't want the scent to disappear. I breathed deeply, and each time the smell of his aftershave diminished just a little bit more.

That wasn't how I expected my first day to end.

I slept better than I had ever slept in my life. I wasn't sure if that was because of what Braxton and I had done, or because I was sleeping on a mattress that probably cost more than my car.

After turning off my alarm, I realized I had a bunch of missed calls from Miranda, and a lot of unread texts. I laughed to myself while reading them, starting with the conversation last night:

Me: I asked about the previous nanny, and he kind of got upset.

Miranda: What do you think is going on there?

Me: I don't know! I tried Googling it but didn't find anything. You don't think it's something bad, do you?

Miranda: Who knows? Rich guys like that usually have skeletons in their closet

Miranda: Is he still awake? Do you think you're safe?

Miranda: I remember reading a conspiracy theory about how the Kennedys killed Marilyn Monroe to cover up the affair she was having with JFK

Miranda: I saw it on Facebook so it must be true

Miranda: Braxton Nash seems like a great guy, but it's the nice guys you always have to watch out for!

Miranda: Hey, it's been twenty minutes and you haven't said anything. You okay? Did you go try to talk to him about it?

Miranda: Okay, you had BETTER not be pulling a prank on me by ignoring my calls. I'm just trying to look out for my friend.

Miranda: Seriously though, I won't be able to sleep until you reply

Miranda: I need to know your body isn't being wrapped up in an expensive rug and dumped in Staten Island as we speak

Miranda: KATE

Miranda: ANSWER ME

"You're a good friend, Miranda," I muttered to myself. I considered calling her, but I didn't want to explain everything out loud in case Braxton or someone else could overhear me through the wall.

Me: Hey! It's me. I'm okay. Though I'm glad to know you're looking out for me

She replied almost immediately:

Miranda: Oh thank GOD. I was about to call the cops! It's not like you to stop texting like that

Miranda: What happened?

Me: Don't flip out, but... Braxton and I slept together!

Miranda: WHAT THE SHIT KATE

Miranda: YOU DID WHAT

Miranda: TELL ME YOU'RE JOKING

Me: I told you not to flip out!

Miranda: DON'T TELL ME HOW TO REACT TO CRAZY-PANTS INFORMATION KATE

Miranda: CAPS-LOCK WAS MADE FOR SITUATIONS LIKE THIS KATE

Miranda: What happened? Tell me everything.

Me: I'll give you all the juicy details over a bottle of wine. But for now, we decided it's just a one-time thing. It can't happen again.

Miranda: WE decided this? Or BRAXTON decided this?