His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 16: A Sweet Scent
Edrick

I lifted my blindfold, as did she. The sweet scent that I smelled was definitely Moana…

Or so I thought. It faded so quickly that I was no longer sure if it was her who I smelled, or someone else. It couldn’t be her, anyway; she was a human. She had no scent.

“It looks like we have our first winners!” the announcer called over the microphone.

As Ella squealed with delight on the platform above, I realized that I was holding Moana’s hand. I saw her blushing and I quickly dropped her hand. When we re-emerged from the maze, Ella was standing at the entrance with one of the staff members — the same girl from before.

The staff member gave Moana and I a strange look, but still said nothing and instead handed Ella the grand prize; the rare doll that Ella had so desperately wanted.

As we walked back to the car, Ella couldn’t stop chattering about how much she loved her doll, how amazing it was that she was able to make me find Moana so quickly, and how this was the best birthday she had ever had in her entire life.

Once we were in the car, I finally took my mask off, breathing deeply and rubbing the backs of my sore ears from wearing it all day. The driver pulled away from the curb and started taking us in the direction of the penthouse, where, unbeknownst to both

wiggling happily in her seat. I couldn’t help myself from sneaking a glance at Moana every so often, who didn’t seem to notice me

just a good job, Miss Smartypants,” Moana said, wrapping her arm around Ella’s small

few moments, tapping her chin

strange scent I had picked up in

recognize where that scent came from?” I asked my

quick and faint. Although, I think it might have been a potential

furrowed my brow as I looked away from Moana and Ella and looked out the window instead at the city sights as they passed by. Was my

…

our agreement — still bundled up in extra layers, of course, as if I would touch her against her will — and shot me a wary look as she shut the door

was sitting on the bed, reading,

said. “I can

I replied. “I’m ready

was already feeling immensely better. I thought to myself that the insomnia was just caused by being lonely

of the ordinary with her, and her demeanor was often cordial with me — she was even a little cold with me sometimes, whereas I had had previous one night stands with women who

side of the bed, pausing to glance at the

curtains closed?”

sleeping together. Normally I liked to keep the room as dark as possible to try and help me sleep, but it didn’t seem to be bothering me now. Besides, the fresh air coming through the window felt nice on