Florence stepped out on the the side of the highway. The roads here weren't like the ones at home, they were much wider and Americans drove on the opposite side than she was used to back home. She tried to think whether driving was required in her new job and panicked. She'd have to get used to driving on the left if so.

She looked down to the paper, clutched in her hand. It told her to meet her hosts on the road opposite the airport, outside Burger King. The smell of the fast food made her stomach growl, but she decided to wait it out.

She knew nothing about her host family, just that they were in the entertainment industry and have two boys. The father is on the road but the mother is always home. She wondered why they needed a nanny.

A black SUV pulled to the side of the road. Fancy, she thought. Cars back in Australia like this were very rare due to luxury taxes.

The most beautiful woman she has ever seen stepped out of the car in leopard print heels and a black pencil skirt. This woman had not one hair out of place, nor an eyelash stray. Florence could smell the woman's sensually musky perfume from standing 6 metres away. The woman took off her sunnies to reveal a giant smile.

"Are you Florence?" She asked calmly. Florence nodded in politeness, gulping. Nerves filled her stomach, clenching up at her ribcage.

A man, maybe ten or so years older than the woman stepped out of the driver's seat. His hair. jet black laced with a small grey streak.

"Well isn't this youthfully extravaganza of a beauty gracing us with her being of existence!" He gasped, holding his hands well above he head with outstretched arms, reaching for the sky. It was like he was trying to draw lightning from the top of the earth. "Why don't you let the woken warrior escort your travel cases to my bunker?"

Florence looked at him sideways like he was missing a few screws. The woman laughed. "That's Matt Hardy talk for: 'Let me help you with those bags!'"

Cameron was a few hours drive from the airport but Florence found herself at ease with her new hosts. "Ignore my husbands existence when he is in his "Woken" character; there is no point trying to have a decent conversation with him." The woman she discovered was named Reby was telling her. "Honestly, feel free to walk away."

"'Woken' character?" Florence asked intrigued.

"We're in the wresting industry." Reby informed her.

"Industries of demons in vessels grappling till one counts to the number of three." Matt laughed.

"Shut up!" Reby hit him, laughing. "But, I'm not going to lie, it's going to be so great to have a nanny around. We travel so much we could use the assistance backstage." Wrestling? Backstage? Florence thought she was taking a nanny job!

"So what does my job entail?" She asked the couple, looking at the boy sitting next to her. He sat there smiling, like she was the best thing he'd seen all day. It made her feel welcome and it was the best introduction she could get to America. It's like this little boy knew how anxious she was and this was his way of telling her that everything would be ok.

"Basically I need you to be there for Reby on tour." Matt had dropped the kayfabe and this was the first time she truly saw him, she liked it. In fact, she like everything about her first few hours in America. Even though she was jet lagged and only knew this family for a brief period of time, the drive consisted of hurls of laughter from every party. Florence felt like she'd known this couple for years. She felt like Reby was a kindred spirit, like a long lost sister she only just found, regardless that she was blonde and Reby was brunette, they could be related. The boy next to her, Maxel, would yell out a random word from time to time causing the three adults to erupt in fits of laughter as Maxel smiled proud of himself, proud that he made three grown adults laugh. Florence couldn't believe how fast she clicked with her host family and found herself excited to be their family nanny. It was almost too good to be true.

She found herself thinking that as she entered Reby and Matt's mansion.

This is seriously, way too good to be true. She thought.

And she realised she was right, when a man much older than her marched into the room. She had never seen anyone like him before and found herself instantly attracted to him. His features we unforgettably chiseled but his eyes softened their harshness. His long, dark blonde hair that was growing grey, pulled into a messy bun. He wore a black T-shirt with baggy black jeans, with a chain across his right side. His arms were strong and muscular, making Florence feel tiny in his presence. She found herself utterly intimidated by him.

But it wasn't his incredible looks that intimidated her, it was the look on his face, the look of distrust, petty and anger, all in one. That was when he broke the silence.

"And who the hell are you?"

"You literally know nothing about this girl, and your letting her live here?" The intimidating man named Jeff asked his older bother. Her heart sank into her stomach, loosing it's balance. She knew this was too good to be true.

What the hell does it matter what he thinks? She asked herself. Nothing. What he thought about things meant nothing to her. He was childish, ill-mannered and hot-tempered; and so, so, hot.

"You don't need a Nanny." He argued again.

"Actually," Reby sighed. "We're not letting her live here, Jeff, we're paying her to live here, and yes we do need a nanny." Jeff was shaking his head at his sister in-law but she wasn't finished. "With all of the travel it would be nice to have a second pair of eyes look over things. I don't have Matt because as you know, he focuses on work. I need a team mate, a partner in crime!"

Florence found herself smiling. This is why I want to nanny.

"She wants your money." He argued once more, and Florence rolled her eyes. He hot her a dirty look which she read as do you even know who I am?

No, I don't.

"No she doesn't!" Reby laughed. See? We're sisters!

"I've been living as a nanny for years now," Florence told Jeff in her best professional, matter-of-fact tone. No way in hell was she letting him treat her like this, and she didn't care who he was. "It is the only lifestyle that supports me as a musician and-"

"Wait, you're a musician?" Jeff asked, his tone changing. His voice felt softer and younger, and his eyes followed. Florence didn't even realise those green eyes could get any softer than before. She liked it.

"See, money!" He announced again, going back to his untrusting guard.

"She didn't even know who we were Jeff, this was a completely blind nanny placement." Reby explained. "We chose her."

This seemed to calm him down slightly, but then he looked at his digital watch.

"I have a physiotherapy appointment, I gotta' run." and Jeff did, quite literally, but not without shooting her a look of annoyance on the way out.

"Don't worry about brother Nero,' Matt joked as he noticed Florence's discomfort. "He'll be gracing the heart of Florence in no time!"

But Florence wasn't sure. After she was shown her room, unpacked and settled in, her mind started racing. What did she do to make that man so upset with her? As she drew a bath feeling achy and tired, she her mind raced to different reasonings for his behaviour. Maybe it was the way she looked? She stared at herself in the bathroom mirror as she undressed. She knew she wasn't ugly but did't think she was out of this world intimidatingly pretty, so that couldn't be it. She had always been pretty confident until now, anyway. Maybe long hair was too blonde to be deemed smart or too long to be deemed practical? Maybe her small frame indicated little to no discipline? Maybe her 5"7 height was no match for his tall standing at almost 6"2?

Whatever it was, she made a pact to herself to not let that shiny, rotten apple destroy her time with the Hardy family.

Even if that meant she had to ignore him for her entire stay.