The Labyrinth of Love

ed. “I’m no nanny, never have b

” the woman sighed. If Lettie didn’t know b

med desperate enough to hire her even without any experience as a nanny. She excelled at crunching numbers and organizing things. How could she manage a possibly rambunctious small human being? Hell, she wasn’t even su

y was great. Children weren’t that bad, she hoped; it was a temporary thing, and she was positive she wouldn’t make it past two weeks; there was nothing to lose.

ting firm in Brooklyn. I’ve volunteered with a couple of organizations, including the Green Initiative. I’m a model citizen, hardworking, and respectful. I’m sorry for rambling

d form. When she was done, she handed it back to her and with a curt

et this,” she tried to sound enthused, bu

s, Melanie sent you to me.” Lettie nodded, and the

important to dress demurely. Wear shades of brown, grey, or black, no colours..." She eyed h

, Ma

brunettes?" She briefly consider

nt human beings?" She asked, a little confuse

dn't mind be

be a little joke, but it bounced off the sheath of gla

urse." She could h

my colour, Ma'am." She quickly chipped in, "

it's out of the way, no straying strand,

e heard as she plodded out of the office,

e one hell of a lucky girl— the ad had been a mistake; she'd walked in on an interview that wasn't meant for her, an interview

't impressed the woman, if anything, the woman had only be

stranger out of nowhere, just to get a child out of your hair. She hadn’t been from the agenc

aken any courses on child psychology?' 'How would you handle discipline and manage a child's behaviour?' 'What are your communication ski

ccessible. She could imagine how the child would be; lovelorn and lashing out as a result, difficult but for

she was the mother of the child? It was also a bit strange how concerned she was about her physical appearance. "A husband, dummy," she internally face-palmed herself. The woman probably had an

bout it that reminded her of Angie's, the size perhaps, or the homeliness of it. Like a moth drawn to a flame, she

wed coffee welcomed her. The coffee shop was elegant and cozy; its walls were adorned with pale pink a

onderingly on the showcase holding an array of mouth-watering pastries. Torn between croissants and

r customers had finished and were just on their way out. She didn't mind the tranquillity. Save for

n pleasure, wasting no time to go for a second bite. Abandoning the croissant for a moment, she gulped her latte; the combination of

vious in it. She gulped and chuckled nervously, opening one eye after the other. Her face flushe

on his face had an aesthetic appeal that made little sense to her, as she generally preferred clean-shaven men. He looked dapper in black d

sant very good...you should get it," she sputtered, getting

ome croissant; even rarer to eat one that gives sexual healing," he teased further, a d

Pardon my manners, but I

s a pleasure,

sure is mine," he sai

joined you?" he questioned,

exual healing?" she teased back, ge

baritone went down a notch

sieur," she whirred,

ation flowed so easily between them that by the end of their meal, the