Daddy's Au Pair: An Age-Gap Daddy Romance

By Mila Hart

Searching for a nanny for my twin girls had been hard. They were my world, and I wanted the best of the best for them. So, when Jessa’s application came through with zero experience, it was a no for me. But when I accidentally requested an interview with her, I did the right thing and followed through. I had no intention of hiring her, let alone offering her a live-in position—I’d never had a live-in nanny.

Yet, somehow that’s exactly what happened.

Living with Jessa should be easy. The girl was half my age, and she was here to take care of the girls, but I couldn’t l help but think about how well she’d take care of me.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mila Hart
• Release date: Nov 17, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005900205

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one: jessa

Are you for real right now? My best friend and roommate Bree nudged me. This is like the craziest movie I have ever seen and you’re falling asleep!

I rubbed my face. I’m sorry. I’m just exhausted.

Oh, you think? she asked, punching the pause button on the remote and tossing it aside. I can’t imagine why. You only go to nursing school full time plus work every hour outside of that at the movie theater.

She seemed annoyed. Which annoyed me. Bree had been my friend since grade school. We knew each other inside and out, from secrets to moods. But her attitude wasn’t making my life better. Or fixing the fact that I was bone tired.

What am I supposed to do? I asked. My mom has seven kids she’s solely responsible for. She can’t help me pay for college. And the theater is the only job I’ve found—outside of waitressing—that works with my schedule.

Well, there has to be something else, she pouted. Because you’re falling asleep while Ben Affleck cheats on his wife with the next-door neighbor. I’m pretty sure someone’s gonna get shanked.

I snorted out a laugh. I mean, it was a good movie. What I was awake for anyway. But Bree was right. At twenty-one, I was in my third year of college, and the nursing program was no joke. It would only get harder with clinicals coming up. And if I slipped, that’d be it. No pediatric nursing degree. No real job. No way out of Laramie, Wyoming.

Yes, Laramie was my hometown, and hometowns have a way of sticking to people’s hearts. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t see something greater in my future. A degree in the medical field could take me anywhere, which was why I had chosen it. That, and I loved kids.

You know Megan Cruckshaw? she asked, suddenly perking up.

I rolled my eyes, thinking about the girl who had tormented me in middle school. That bitch who told me I looked like a boy in the seventh grade because I never stuffed my bra like the rest of the girls?

Bree pointed at me like her finger was actually grammatical punctuation. That’s the one! So, her sister works at the coffee shop with me, and she said Megan is a nanny for some rich family. I guess they own a ranch. Anyway, she said Megan makes a lot of money doing it. Maybe you could look into that.

How much is a lot? I asked skeptically.

Enough to pay the rent on this janky little apartment we’re in. The school year is almost over, and you’d make a hell of a lot more doing that this summer than making popcorn for annoying teenagers at Carmike Cinema.

I sat up. How did she find the job?

Bree grabbed her phone. There’s an app. CareYourWay.

I thought about it while she typed away. I had never really considered nannying, even though I was the oldest of a circus of children. I had been watching kids since I was a kid myself. But the idea of getting paid to do it seemed too good to be true. I couldn’t believe I’d never thought of it myself.

Check it out. Bree handed me her phone.

It was the swipe right of the babysitter's world.

Good Lord, there are a lot of people looking for nannies. I scrolled through the pictures as we talked. Most of them looked like white-picket-fence families. Double income, do-it-all households.

How do I choose? I asked.

Bree shrugged. I guess base it on your schedule and the pay.

I nodded, continuing to swipe.

Whoa, hold up. Bree scared the shit out of me, grabbing my hand that held her phone. Go back!

What?

She grabbed her cell from me, and a smirk crawled across her face. "Um, hello…"

She brushed one of her red curls away from her face and flashed the screen at me. I narrowed my eyes. Hello was right. It was a man with two little girls. No woman in the picture. The identical twins were about six years old, with white-blond hair and piercing blue eyes. Honestly, they looked a lot like I did at that age. But that wasn’t what had Bree and me gawking at the photo. It was him.

How old do you think he is? she asked.

I shook my head. He had salt-and-pepper hair, cut in a low David Beckham fade, black-rimmed glasses, and eyes to match his daughters’. To say he was stunning was an understatement. He was a living, breathing advertisement for sex.

Bree snatched the phone back, using her fingers to zoom in on his torso. "Like, I’m sorry, but you can actually see how ripped this man is through his shirt. A twelve-pack? Is that even a thing?"

I laughed. Bree, he has to be at least forty years old, I said, though my eyes were still locked on the screen.

I don’t care if he’s pushing fifty, Bree was practically drooling. I’d call that man daddy.

My mouth popped open, and she laughed.

Okay, let’s check out the profile, she said, clicking on it.

I leaned in as we read the specs.

Located outside of Laramie, WY

ISO full-time nanny for twin six-year-old daughters during summer break

Possible long-term work for the right candidate

Must be able to cook/tidy home as well and do general housekeeping duties as needed

Must be comfortable around animals, including horses

Interest in music is a plus (girls are musically inclined)

Single dad looking for immediate hire

Single dad, we both said at the same time before looking at each other.

I shook my head and leaned back. I don’t know, Bree.

What is there to even think about? She was practically yelling at me. Bree was the epitome of an extrovert—loud, opinionated, and unafraid of anything. "You are literally the perfect person for the job! Your schedule lines up, his girls are adorable, you love animals and music, and he’s…well… she laughed deviously. Just look at him!"

You don’t think it would be weird? Working for a single dad? I asked though I would have been lying if I’d said there wasn’t some intrigue to it.

"What would be weird is working for a mom who has cameras mounted in her house and only feeds her kids organic, plant-based, freeze-dried protein snacks off recycled plates and texts you every time she sees you doing something that will jade her perfect children. This guy probably works all the time and is looking for someone to give his sweet girls what he can’t. I bet he’s lonely. Very…lonely."

Bree! I laughed at her implication.

What?

Okay, for one, I told her, "there’s nothing wrong with healthy food. Or recycled anything. And two. The job is to take care of the girls, not fantasize about a man who is old enough to be my father." Even if he is very good-looking. Maybe I should just suck it up and pick up extra shifts at the theater.

It’s $1000 a week, Jessa. She looked over at me, and I stopped talking.

Are you sure? I was skeptical. That sounds more like a monthly salary.

She giggled, handing me the phone. Look for yourself. He’s looking for someone to take care of his kids, not water his plants.

Well, shit. It did say per week. I handed it back and stood up. I’ll think about it.

Jessa, she leveled in on me, it’s perfect. For real. And not just because Daddy is a snack. I rolled my eyes, and she went on. "The pay is amazing, and you would be perfect for the job. Don’t hesitate. Jump on that. Jump all over that." She raised her eyebrows, hinting at more than just jumping on the job.

You are terrible, I told her, making my way to my room. But I bit back a smile.

I mean, he was hot. Very hot. But that wasn’t the point. It was a job, and I had always been very professional when it came to work. Other than the time