She pulled away a little, bringing a hand up and running a finger between my breasts. "During our interview, I thought you might be gay, the way you were looking at me. It's why I took the job. Maybe I wouldn't have to hide here, with you.

"I knew you were beautiful, and being near you made my heart race. But then I saw what a wonderful mother you are."

"No, I'm not, I..."

"Yes you are. You should see the things I've seen, the things other nannies I know see. Kids that are practically neglected by their wealthy parents. But not you. You play with her, you read to...