I bite my bottom lip to stifle my nervous smile. “He’s picking me up from the airport.”
She takes my hand in hers. “Just take it slow with him, yeah? You are coming over here to escape boredom and reality. Don’t go falling in love or anything stupid.”
I frown. “As if. That’s not happening.”
Her eyes hold mine in question.
“I’m here to have fun, I promise you. No man will ever determine the quality of my life again. I’m done with being serious. I’m so done with boring.”
She laughs out loud in excitement. “I love that you’re done with boring. Let the fun begin.”
* * *
The flight is long and tiring. “Prepare for landing,” the voice announces over the loud speaker.
Chatting on and off with the boys for the last twenty-four hours has made us feel way more familiar with them than we should, and we’ve made plans with them for Saturday night. I know it would be better if we were going to live together, but Brielle’s—or Brelly as I call her—new position is live in. The judge apparently works back late through the week and wants the convenience of a permanent resident in her home, which is understandable I suppose. Brielle will get weekends off and even has her own private furnished one-bedroom wing off the main house, complete with a kitchen, separate exit, lounge and bathroom. I’m living with some guy and a girl. Mark helped me organize everything and said that when he checked it out, the apartment and the flat mates were nice. I really do hope that’s true.
* * *
Customs is ridiculously slow and a man has been pulled into the office up ahead. Don’t tell me the idiot has been busted for drugs…
“What do you reckon he did?” Brelly murmurs as she cranes her neck to spy on the commotion.
“I don’t know. Something stupid probably.” We shuffle up as the line moves forward. “I wish we had come earlier so we had a week together before you start work,” I murmur.
“Yeah I know, but she needed me to start this week because she is going away next week. I need to learn the kids’ routine before she leaves.”
I shake my head. “Who leaves their kids for three days with a complete stranger?”
“My new boss, apparently.” She shrugs.
“Well, at least I can come and stay with you when she’s away next week. That’s a plus,” I add. “Yeah, but I’m sneaking you in. I don’t want it to look like we are partying or anything.”
I smile broadly.
“What?’ She smirks.
“We’re here.” She pulls her shoulders together and widens her eyes. “Oh my God, I know. I just hope her and the kids are nice.” I raise my chin optimistically. “They will be. Who couldn’t be nice to you?”
Looking down at herself she tries to smooth the wrinkles from her skirt. “She is picking me up. Do I look okay?”
Brielle is a beautiful girl with dark brown hair that hangs just below her shoulders and a figure to die for. She has the straightest, whitest teeth known to man after having thousands of dollars’ worth of Orthodontic work which her father always reminds us about. Any employer will be so lucky to get her. She’s way too good for that imbecile on the other side of the world.
I smile nervously for her. “You look exactly what a twenty-five-year-old school teacher nanny from Australia should look like.”
She bites her bottom lip to hide her smile.
“So, what’s the boss’s name?” I frown.
She rustles through her bag and pulls out her phone to read the email from the nanny agency.
“Mrs. Julian Masters.”
I nod. “And what’s her story again? I know you told me before but I’ve forgotten.”
Brielle’s eyes light up with excitement. “She is a Supreme Court Judge, was widowed five years ago.”
I frown. “What happened to the husband?”
She shakes her head. “I don’t know that yet. Apparently she’s quite wealthy.” She shrugs. “Two kids, well behaved.”
“Sounds good.”
“I hope so.” She frowns. “I just hope they like me.”
“They will.”
The line shuffles up in front and I feel my nerves rise again. “So, we are definitely going out at the weekend yes?”
She nods. “Yes.” Her eyes flick to me. “What are you going to do until then?”
I shrug. “Look around, I guess. I start work on Monday and it’s Thursday today. Are you sure you can go out on the weekends?” “Yes!” she snaps exasperated. “I told you a thousand times, we are going out on Saturday night.”
I nod nervously. “Yeah, right. Okay.”
“Did you get that thingy for your phone sorted?” she asks.
I frown. “Not yet, I will find a phone shop tomorrow so you can call me.”
“And Mark is picking you up?” she asks.