A Mother for the Boss's Children

“Do you like children?” he asks, throwing a strict look at me from under his furrowed brows.

I feel like rolling my eyes.

“I love them,” I answer confidently.

Not that I’m embellishing… only a tiny bit.

“Let’s do it like this. I offer you a job…”

I smile. Did it work?

“…as my son’s nanny,” he finishes.

The smile slides off my face as quickly as it appeared.

“Actually, I came for the secretary position, and…”

“I don’t have any other job for you. Are you agreeing to the nanny position?”

“I agree.”

Only, if I knew what I was signing up for: did they send me help—or a test?