Forty

The next day, I listlessly picked at my lunch as I sat at a cafeteria table alone. The noise around me was drowned out by the racing thoughts in my head.

Is that why Vincent's being so affectionate lately? Because I'm like a replacement to his wife?

No, it was just a stupid dream. Get it out of your head.

Fuck, but I can't. Why the fuck did it hurt so much if it really was just a dream? If I didn't care? And why do I care?

I'm just the nanny! That's all I'll ever be. I need to stop fantasizing about a guy I'd never have.

Not like I want to have him anyway! He's Toby's uncle. That would be weird.

But then why did I have a wet dream about him if I wasn't interested?!

I groaned, hitting my head against the table with a weary sigh. "What do I do now?" I muttered to myself.

"You could stop sulking and looking pathetic all by yourself in the middle of the cafeteria."