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.

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 Ella and Moana, I had arranged for Selina and

her seat. I couldn’t help myself from sneaking a glance at Moana every so often, who didn’t seem

Smartypants,” Moana said, wrapping her arm around Ella’s small shoulders. “What are you going

furrowed brows for a few moments, tapping her chin

mind wandered back to the strange scent I had picked up in the maze. I decided to ask my

where that scent came from?”

faint. Although, I think it might have been a

from Moana and Ella and looked out the window instead at

…

my room a little while later due to our agreement — still bundled up in extra layers, of course, as if

on the bed, reading,

said. “I can

replied. “I’m

to myself 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,

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 were head over heels for me. Maybe there was just something

slowly came around to the opposite side of the bed, pausing to glance

curtains

said, looking at where she was pointing. “Oh. No, it’s fine.” I had completely forgotten about how she had opened the curtains after our second night of sleeping together. Normally I liked to keep the room as dark as possible to try