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.

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 Ella and Moana, I had arranged for Selina and the maids to prepare a beautiful dinner with a special cake

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 looking

good job, Miss Smartypants,” Moana said, wrapping her arm

for a few moments, tapping her chin with her index finger. “I

red, but as I watched them, my mind wandered back to the strange scent I had picked

that scent came from?” I asked my

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

from Moana and Ella and looked out the window instead at the city sights as they passed by. Was my mate at the theme park, and I

…

due to our agreement — still bundled up in extra layers,

on the bed, reading, when she

“I can wait

replied. “I’m ready to

that the insomnia was just caused by being lonely in bed, but then I would think about other one night stands I had before Moana came into the picture and would remember that, even then, I would never

with me — she was even a little cold with me sometimes, whereas I had had previous one night stands with women who were head over heels for me. Maybe there was just something comforting about Moana. She

of the bed, pausing

the curtains closed?” she

night of 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