introducing... au pair! reader
au pair! reader who... didn't originally plan on becoming an au pair, but decided to do it because it couldn't be that hard, right?
au pair! reader who... was instantly contacted by Cynthia Thorton, a rich woman from an island in California named Outerbanks.
au pair! reader who... curses in three languages but only under her breath — except when the kids ask her to teach them bad words “for educational purposes.”
au pair! reader who... gets along a little too well with the rich moms, knows exactly when to smile, nod, and pretend not to hear passive-aggressive comments over rosé at 2 p.m.
au pair! reader who... knows rafe isn't coming over to the Thorton's to be with topper.
au pair! reader who... catches rafe staring the first time they meet and doesn’t even flinch — just raises one eyebrow and keeps walking, like he’s not used to girls not giggling at his smirk.
au pair! reader who... laughs in the kitchen while flipping pancakes barefoot, talking to the kids and doesn’t notice rafe leaning against the doorway like he’s never seen someone move like that.
au pair! reader who... sits on the floor to color with the kids, back arched, legs crossed, fully aware of how rafe’s eyes trail from the crayons to her thighs and then refuse to leave.
au pair! reader who... doesn’t play games, but god, she’s so good at them anyway. gives rafe one look and suddenly he’s forgetting his own name, and probably what day it is.
au pair! reader who... keeps a mini first aid kit in her tote, wipes sticky fingers without flinching, and always has gum, tissues, and emergency goldfish crackers tucked in her bag like some magical kid-prepared goddess.
au pair! reader who... teaches alyssa how to braid her own hair, gives her little notes of encouragement when she’s having a rough tween day, and promises not to tell her parents when she sneaks out of chores.
au pair! reader who... lets ollie nap on her chest, even when it’s boiling hot outside, just because he insists “he only sleeps good when she’s there.”
au pair! reader who... accidentally brushes past him in the kitchen, hips grazing his as she reaches for the cereal — “morning,” she says, all innocent — and leaves him half-hard at 8 a.m.
au pair! reader who... has him wrapped around her finger, makes him work for everything — a kiss, a look, a touch — and still leaves him aching when she walks away to tuck the kids in.
au pair! reader who... has to bite her lip to keep quiet when they finally snap — in the laundry room, maybe, or the pool house — because god forbid the kids hear her getting wrecked in three languages.
au pair! reader who... tells him to shut up in catalan mid-hookup, and he just groans, “keep saying shit i don’t understand,” while gripping her thighs like he’s never letting go.
