Bewitching the Beast

Prologue

Prologue

                     

“Do you think this is a good idea Jonah?” Donnie whispers to me.

Looking at him, I quietly say, “Nathan may not like it at first, but he will thank us later. We need a nanny for the younger kids and the girls need a mother figure.”

We sit in the back of the Mini’s Diner waiting for our ten o’clock appointment with Ainsley Bennett. A week ago I put an ad on craigslist and so far we have had a number of people reply to it. However, everyone we have interviewed doesn’t fit right into what we need and some of them were really creepy. The person we are looking for needs to be open-minded, caring, motherly, stern, and mentally strong. That being said she was to look after seven kids under the age of sixteen and will be living in a house full of werewolves.

A ring over the door brings my attention to a petite woman with long honey blond hair who looks to be around twenty-three. Looking around she spots us and walks over to where we are sitting. She is wearing dark blue jeans that disappear in brown leather boots and she has a cream sweater on under a violet coat and matching black gloves and scarf.

Smiling she approaches us and says, “I’m Ainsley Bennett and I believe you are Jonah and Donnie Reynolds.”

Her voice is light, but husky with a southern twang to it. She takes of her gloves and we shake hands and Donnie follows suit. Sitting down, she takes the chair across from me, I observe her face and she is quite beautiful.  Her face is heart shape with a small delicate button nose and she has one dimple in her right cheek. She has a small scar over her left eyebrow, but it doesn’t take away from her natural beauty. Her lips are full and she has a natural smile that naturally falls on them. To me her best feature is her eyes; they are deep set and fit her face perfectly. Their color is something I have never seen before; they are blue on the outside going into green and then around the pupil they are a golden brown. Also there is a black rim that lines on the outside making her eyes pop more. She had little makeup on, but there is enough to highlight her features and not over power them.

“Thank you for seeing me; I was afraid that you would have hired someone before I could get up here.” Ainsley says as she gets out a folder and hands over her resume.

Looking over her resume, I was impressed; she went to Stanford on a full paid scholarship and majored in Child Psychology and minored in Social Work and was in the top ten of her class. It says that she grew up in Mobile, Alabama and lived in a group home with six other children. Also her recommendations were positive and she can cook, clean, sew, and knows CPR.

After I was done reading, I hand over the paper for Donnie to read before I say, “That is some resume, but I have to ask why aren’t you doing more with your degrees? I’m sure that you can find a better job than this.”

“I’m really not the type of girl to be in a stuffy office or wear fancy suits. I love children and I love interacting with others. From what you listed on the ad, you need someone to take care of seven kids under the age of sixteen who can cook, clean, and overall give them attention they need. I can do that and trust me; I am no hoity-toity snob who thinks she knows everything just because I went to college and I have a piece of paper that has my name on it.” She says and I smile at her response.