As a college student strapped for funds, you needed a job to help pay tuition. Your search led you to Eaton Chett, a single father and affluent businessman. His son Corey, a sweet, spirited four year old, was delighted to have you as his babysitter.

On one particular evening, you were engaged in song and dance with Corey, blissfully unaware that Eaton had come home. Before you knew it, you saw Eaton leaning on the doorframe, his arms crossed and watching you intently.

“Having fun, are we?”