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.

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 the maids to prepare a beautiful dinner with a

sat next to Moana with her new doll clutched tightly to her chest, humming and wiggling happily in her seat. I couldn’t help myself from sneaking a glance

Moana said, wrapping her arm

herself with furrowed brows for a few moments, tapping her chin with

back to the strange scent I had picked up in

able to recognize where that scent came from?” I asked my

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

and Ella and looked out the window instead at

…

agreement — still bundled up in extra layers, of course, as if I would touch her against her will — and shot me

the bed, reading,

said. “I can wait

replied.

caused by being lonely in bed, but then I would think about other one night

with women who were head over heels for me. Maybe there was just something comforting about Moana. She was exceptionally good with children, after all, as I discovered from watching how naturally she handled Ella. She seemed like the nurturing sort; maybe nurturing was what I

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

want the curtains closed?” she asked,

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 and help me sleep, but it didn’t seem to be bothering me now. Besides, the fresh air coming