Behind her, the glass house went very, very quiet.
“She’s not going to talk to anyone,” Marcus growled. “She’s a nobody. That’s why we hire them from agencies. No family, no ties, no one looking.”
She’d been an au pair for the Thornes for eleven months. The Thornes lived in a glass-and-concrete cube perched on the Hudson Palisades, a house so sharp and modern it looked like it might cut you. Marcus Thorne was a hedge fund manager who communicated in grunts. Vanessa Thorne was a former lifestyle blogger turned “influencer’s manager,” which meant she spent her days yelling into her phone about algorithms and her evenings drinking Sauvignon Blanc in a bathrobe.
She stepped into the rain and didn’t look back.
“—can’t keep paying her, Marcus! She’s a liability! What if she talks to someone?”
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She walked out the front door, past the screaming Thornes, past Leo filming her from the staircase, past Mira pouring orange juice on the Persian rug.
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Vanessa had gone very still. The kind of still that snakes go before they strike. “Where did you find that?” she’d whispered.
Vanessa snatched it. “It is trash. Don’t go through my closets.” She’d stormed off, but not before Eve saw something raw and terrified flicker across her face.
Behind her, the glass house went very, very quiet.
“She’s not going to talk to anyone,” Marcus growled. “She’s a nobody. That’s why we hire them from agencies. No family, no ties, no one looking.”
She’d been an au pair for the Thornes for eleven months. The Thornes lived in a glass-and-concrete cube perched on the Hudson Palisades, a house so sharp and modern it looked like it might cut you. Marcus Thorne was a hedge fund manager who communicated in grunts. Vanessa Thorne was a former lifestyle blogger turned “influencer’s manager,” which meant she spent her days yelling into her phone about algorithms and her evenings drinking Sauvignon Blanc in a bathrobe.
She stepped into the rain and didn’t look back.
“—can’t keep paying her, Marcus! She’s a liability! What if she talks to someone?”
Whether you are looking for the performance in the Vixen series or a "sweet" romance novel featuring an au pair, the trope remains a powerhouse in storytelling for its inherent tension and intimacy. My Honest 3-Star Review: The Au Pair Affair by Tessa Bailey
She walked out the front door, past the screaming Thornes, past Leo filming her from the staircase, past Mira pouring orange juice on the Persian rug.
Remember to always consider any dietary restrictions or allergies when preparing sweet treats.
Vanessa had gone very still. The kind of still that snakes go before they strike. “Where did you find that?” she’d whispered.
Vanessa snatched it. “It is trash. Don’t go through my closets.” She’d stormed off, but not before Eve saw something raw and terrified flicker across her face.
