His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 26: Confessions of a Nanny
Moana

“Good morning.”

I jumped, clasping my hand over my heart and taking in a sharp breath as I slipped out of Edrick’s room, only to be immediately met with a familiar voice.

Ethan’s smiling face stared back at me. From one look at him, I knew that he knew that something was going on.

“Uh– I-It’s not how it looks like,” I stammered, looking around frantically with my back against the bedroom door in the hopes that no one else was watching.

Ethan merely chuckled. “Are you really an au pair?” he asked. I could sense a hint of humor behind his voice and it helped me relax just a tiny bit, but I still feared that I had ruined Ethan’s impression of me. I liked him as a person and desperately did not want him to think that I was just after his brother for money or s*x.

“I am, I swear,” I replied, grabbing Ethan’s arm without thinking and pulling him away from the door in case Edrick was awake and listening. “I’m not a mistress, or anything like that.”

business, but it does sort of appear as though

my voice so that no one else could hear. “Edrick and I have a

again. “A

reason, my presence helps him sleep better than the pills and the alcohol, so he asked me

has had sleeping problems

it just works. He usually falls asleep as soon as I do and wakes up as soon as I

“How did you both come to

had already had a one night stand with his brother, so I merely shrugged. “We both nodded off in the living room

and turning to walk

still wide. Ethan, noticing my absence by his side as he took the first step

that, should we be caught, it would ultimately somehow wind up being entirely my fault. I couldn’t be entirely sure that anyone, including Ethan or Ella, wouldn’t still take the

breakfast. When I arrived downstairs, however, she wasn’t in her room. I

seated at the table. This dining room was much smaller and more intimate than the massive banquet hall that we dined in the night before, with a quaint and round family-sized table in the center that was covered by a lace tablecloth and laden with a beautiful array of breakfast foods. Ella, who was sitting next to her grandmother, jumped up when she saw me and skittered across the room to throw her arms around me excitedly. She was still in her pajamas and had a bit of whipped cream on the

she clung to my legs. “Breakfast today is Bell-jam waffles and… om–” She paused, chewing on the syllables on

fromage,” Verona said with a chuckle. “And it’s Belgian

Ella said, turning back to face me.

looked back down at Ella. She still had whipped cream on the side of her mouth, so I wiped it

into her mouth, I pulled out the chair beside her. I went to lift the silver dome that was covering my plate, but before I could, a servant scurried over and did it for me, revealing a steaming hot

I said. “This looks