Good Boyfriend by C.M. Stunich

“This bad nanny … makes a good boyfriend.”

Help me Mother friggin’ Mary.
I don’t know anything about having a real girlfriend.
I’m just a body piercer from Vegas for f*ck’s sake—and honestly, kind of a slutty dude.
I’ve never had a long-term girlfriend before. Not one that I liked as much as Brooke. Never felt my heart skip a beat or my belly light up with effing butterflies.
Hell, I didn’t even want a girlfriend. Now, I’m eight hundred miles away from home and living with an ex-virgin/stripper (on both accounts thanks to me).
A relationship? Her two adopted kids? Yeah, this is my new life.
But you know what … I think I’ve got this. I was a bad nanny, but I’m going to be a damn good boyfriend.