I was supposed to be the babysitter, that’s what they told me. What they didn’t tell me, is that they were at the tail end of a bitter divorce and that I would be caught in the middle of a cold war between two parents and children who had already chosen sides, but because of the law, had no real say in what they did.
I’d been hired by the father, a hotter, sexier thirty something I have never seen. At twenty-one and in my third year of college, I needed the job because the pay was good and the hours flexible. Plus, with my new dorm falling through because of a clerical error, I needed a place to stay. So I guess you could say this job fell into my lap at the most opportune time.