His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 2 The Werewolf CEO

Moana

“She’s with me.”

The bouncer whipped around to face the man standing on the stairs. I stood there, my eyes wide, as I realized that the man who was mysteriously helping me get into the bar was the same man who had almost hit me with his car on the street and then promptly threw me a wad of cash like I was a beggar: Edrick Morgan, CEO of WereCorp. I considered just turning around and leaving, but before I could, Edrick came down the stairs and waved the bouncer away, fixing his steely gray eyes on me.

“Come on,” he said, peering around me to look out the door and onto the street. “It looks like it’s going to rain again. You don’t want to be walking around in the rain, do you?”

I felt as though there was something a bit condescending in the wealthy werewolf’s tone, but he was right: it had been raining for most of the day, and had already begun to sprinkle again. I didn’t want to walk home in the rain and get more soaked than I already was, so I silently followed Edrick up the stairs.

“You’re still wearing those dirty clothes,” Edrick said in a somewhat cold tone of voice as we reached the top of the stairs. “I gave you money to replace them. Why didn’t you use it?”

I frowned.

“I may be a human, but I won’t take money from rude and arrogant people who throw cash at me out the window of their car like I’m a beggar on the street.”

Edrick sucked his teeth and looked me up and down for a moment before curtly turning to a woman who stood nearby. She seemed a little older than me and wore a plain black staff uniform. He muttered something to her that I couldn’t quite make out and she nodded, turning to me and smiling with one arm outstretched.

the main room of the bar. I glanced over my shoulder at him one last time as the woman guided me away, leading me upstairs to a private room. As she unlocked the door and opened it, my eyes

this?” I asked, turning to

for our patrons,” the woman replied with a smile. “This room is specially designed for our female patrons to come and freshen up, touch up their makeup, or perhaps change their clothes in the event of a wardrobe malfunction. It’s not normal practice to allow a… human to use our facilities, but seeing as Mr. Morgan owns the majority share of this

I could say anything else, the woman

my face; was Edrick Morgan not so arrogant and cruel as I thought? Did he feel badly about our encounter in the street and wanted to

discovering my boyfriend with his mistress earlier, and this seemed to be my ticket to having

made of a soft silk, with thin straps and a plunging neckline. I also picked out

start to race as I noticed Edrick look up from his table. His eyes lingered on me for a few long

woman said. “That includes any drinks and food you order, as

hot. Something like this was so far from what I normally wore, and now it was mine? I

I walked into the main area and slid up onto one of

like to drink?”

Most of them seemed too preoccupied with their drinks and their conversations as a

words of thanks and swirled the liquid around in my glass as I attempted to settle into my

girl like you doing sitting all alone?” a male voice suddenly said from beside me. I jumped a bit and turned to see a middle-aged man in a suit leaning on the

sip of my drink in the hopes that the man would get the hint and leave me alone, but he persisted. Despite Edrick Morgan’s burst of kindness in letting me into this

leaning closer to me. “Something better than gin and tonic. I’ve got plenty of money, being a beta and all; you

I’m fine with this,” I said with a weak smile, trying to hide my disgust overhearing the

to mine. “I’m Mark, by the way. Mark Schaffer.” He stuck out his hand for me to shake, and when I did, his palm was a

hand away as soon as

he said. “You know, I’m the Beta

his multiple vacation homes, this and that… I tried my best to appear polite, but

I

purse, clearly annoyed that I cut him