Being His Nanny (A New Adult Romance): Part 1 by Bella Bentley Page B

dimple in my left cheek, and my features softened. I played with my curly blonde hair. Hopefully he would just be taken by my charm since this interview wasn’t going that well. “I hope you’re having a good day.” I sounded a little flirty. He looked a little less professional.
                  “Um, yes.” He cleared his throat, trying to get back to the role play. “I am. Tell me what your special latte of the day is,” he said, rather demanding.
                  “I don’t know,” I said, out-of-character. “You haven’t told me that stuff,” I whispered, apologetic.
                  “You make it up as you go.” He sounded harsh. “Have you not ever played role play before?”
                  I shook my head.
                  “Never ever?” he asked.
                  “No, sir.”
                  “Okay, just play along, make up a name for a latte.”
                  “Is that what…I mean what if we don’t really have it?” I was nervous and doing a miserable job with us. Harry rolled his eyes and walked off for a minute. Was the interview over? I wasn’t sure and I was getting pushed aside by incoming traffic and people grabbing things and trying to get passed me.
                  “Okay.” Harry came around the corner, cutting through the crowd and pointing to a table by the window. He swiftly walked over to it and I sat down across from him.
                  “I don’t know why…” he began, “Maybe I’m just in a good mood – maybe my heart is full of holiday summer cheer.” He was obviously being sarcastic. “But I’m going to give you a chance. What shift are you seeking? You have a great smile and manners. I like the sir.”
                  I tried to hold back on the crazy smile that wanted to take over my face.
                  “Well, the earliest shortest shift possible. I…have my classes starting at 9am.”
    “You must be the luckiest person.”
    “Why?”
    “I need you to be here tomorrow at four thirty in the morning to open. For the first shift. Four hours.”
                  “Four…four thirty AM??”
              “We’re a coffee shop. Well, we’re more than a coffee shop – do you know anything about Angel Birmingham’s?”
                  I knew I should say yes. It was always a good idea to research a place you were trying to get a job at.
                  “Yes.”
                  “Like what? Besides where the front door is.”
                  “Well,” I tried my southern charm out again. “I know the manager’s cute.” Oh god, did I just say that? He made a funny face. “Not that…I mean, I’m not like flirting with you or anything.” My face was probably hotter than their coffee right now.
                  “Ms…what is your last name?”
                  I couldn’t remember it. I was such a nervous mess.
                  “Pierce. Chelsea Pierce.” I tried to regain my composure.
                  “Ms. Pierce, flirting with the guy who will probably be your boss very soon is not a very good idea. It's not professional.”
                  “But I’m not…I’m not flirting with you. You’re not really that cute.”

Chapter Two
     
                  “I can’t believe you just got a job just like that. It’s because you have perky tits,” Sky confessed as we perused window shops and walked down sidewalks filled with foreigners.
                  I looked down at my small cleavage displayed in my floral spaghetti strap dress.
    “Okay, they’re perky. But not huge like yours. You’re the lucky one.” Sky was a curvy bombshell who was a mini version of Eva Longoria with bigger breasts.
    “True, but you still have good tits. Don’t