Layla
See? Trouble.
All it took was eight short days for me to mess up my own life.
Not only did I ruin my chances of ever working with Leif again, but I also pretty much torpedoed my
chance of getting a permanent placement with anyone else. Who wants to hire a nanny who sle eps with
the boss?
No one, that’s who. And they’re right. There’s no way I’ll get a permanent job as a high-profile
nanny. I’ll be forced to work minimum wage at a café and a sports bar for the rest of my days.
All because my stupid brain decided to stop functioning and my body was all too happy to take
charge.
Well, it won’t happen again. Not in a million years.