The Nanny Affair

Chapter 4- Rosalie

When I open the door, there stands a burly man and an older gentleman; who makes his way forward. As I stand there, the gentleman asks,

"Miss. Lock?"

"Yes?" I respond with some degree of trepidation. Every conceivable outcome plays out in my head, but the one thing I dread the most is Cole finding me. Are these guys on his payroll? Natty approaches from behind me, interested in finding out what's going on.

"My name is Earl. I'm Mr. Wentworth's personal driver. He has instructed me to pick you and your belongings up and escort you to the house."

My jaw drops and I'm in disbelief, "I got the job?" The man nods, answering my question. A smile breaks out on my face and I can't help but feel like I'm dreaming.

"I got the job," Natty and I jump up and down like excited kids.

I hastily pack a bag with the few belongings I have because when you run away, you don't have much. I say goodbye to Natty with a hug and assure her that I will text her every day. As soon as I step outside, Earl assists me by opening the door to the car.

"Here you go Miss. Lock."

"Rosie, Please." I smile.

He gives me a friendly smile and helps me in. While we are driving, I can't help but crack a grin at the prospect of this new opportunity. When Earl drives up a hill, I am greeted by the sight of the most stunning home I have ever seen hidden behind the hill. When Earl mentioned the house, he failed to mention that it was actually a mansion. It wouldn't take much for someone to get lost in there. He navigates the front gates with his car and then pulls up to the front doors. When Earl and the big guy have my belongings in their hands, I step out.

As the double doors open, there before them stands the man who every single woman in the city has her eye on. Two little boys quickly emerge from behind him and start running.

"Hi, you must be Rosalie," One says.

"You're our new nanny." The other one adds.

"Call me Rosie and yes I am,"

"Cool, I'm Alex and this is Nate," The little gremlin smiles.

"Are you sure about that?" I smirk. "I think you're Nate and he's Alex."

"Aw man, she's good." Nate states. "I like her," Alex gives a shy smile.

"Well come with us." Alex grabs my hand and leads me inside, bypassing his dad. A quick "hi" is exchanged between us as the boys lead me to a room at the end of the hall.

"This is your room. We are upstairs and dad is right over there," He points to the double doors on the opposite side of the house.

With a house this big, I didn't think he would be just down the hall.

My luggage is placed on the bed by Earl and the bodyguard. I make my way around to thank them, and eventually I face the big man.

"Thank you...?" I question, hoping to get his name.

"David, Miss. Lock."

"Thank you, David and please call me Rosie."

"As you wish," After they leave, I am left alone in the room. The bedroom is equipped with a king-size bed, a large amount of wardrobe space, and a private bathroom. At least I can extend my showers to last more than two minutes before the temperature of the water drops.

"I hope you will be comfortable here." I turn to see Jasper standing at the door.

"I think I will," I smile at him.

"Good, make yourself at home. I have dinner plans. The boys eat around six o'clock and are in bed by eight thirty."

"Okay,"

"I'll let you get settled." He walks away and my eyes follow.

Breath Rosie!

Over the course of the day, I take several strolls about the house as I get more at ease there. I overhear the boys griping that they don't want dad to leave. It breaks my heart to hear them in such a state of distress.

"I hate Gisselle!" Nate screams. "All she does is keep you away from us."

"I know buddy, I promise I won't let her take anymore of my time away from you guys." I hear Jasper try to reassure the boys.

"We miss you dad," I can hear the sadness in Alex's voice and it breaks my heart to hear that.

I make my way into the kitchen in a hushed manner and silently hope that they can resolve their differences. Jasper enters the room as I am looking around the kitchen. As I examine him in his well-tailored suit from head to toe, I force a smile to prevent myself from looking like an idiot. This time he ditched the tie for a gold chain.

"How do I look?"

"You look sexy," I respond before covering my mouth with my hand. Heat rises to my cheeks as I quickly attempt to correct my mistake. "I meant to say handsome." I'm filled with embarrassment.

"Thanks," He smirks.

He gets down and hugs the boys, telling them he will be home just after they are in bed. Both boys hug him tightly and you can see the sadness in their eyes. As he stands up, he assures them that nothing can keep him from coming home to them and that they should never forget how much he loves them.

"Rosie will be here."

"Hey, come and help me make dinner. What do you guys want to eat?"

"Spaghetti," They both shout.

"Spaghetti it is. Okay let's go." They runoff and I start to follow but Jasper grabs my arm and stops me.

"Thank you, they don't really like Gisselle and get clingy when they know I'm leaving to meet her,"

"I don't blame them," I mumble under my breath.

"Sorry?"

"I said, it's okay. It's my job to make sure they are fine. I've got this, have fun." I turn on my heel and head to the kitchen.

My hands on the counter, I ask, "Want to make chocolate chip cookies also?"

"Yeah!!" They scream.

I begin by placing the meatballs in the oven before beginning work on the noodles. Then, I head to the cupboard to retrieve the sauce and bring it up to temperature in a saucepan on the stove. After they have finished eating, the boys assist me in gathering all of the components necessary to bake the cookies and arranging them on the kitchen island so that they are ready to be assembled.

They jump off their chairs and put their plates in the sink, eager to start baking.

"You know what's missing?"

They both shake their heads no.

"Music." I smile at them.

Nate grabs the remote and music blares through the speakers placed throughout the house. And like that the fun begins. Dancing and singing horribly along with the lyrics, we bake; making a mess everywhere. But who cares, I'll have it cleaned up before Jasper gets home.

"Okay, ten minutes and they will be done." A dance party ensues as we countdown the clock. As the clock ticks down, the excitement and anticipation in the air intensifies.