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.”

my business, but it does sort of appear as though

I said, lowering my voice so that no one else could hear. “Edrick and I

again. “A

insisted. “An actual sleeping arrangement. For some reason, my presence helps him sleep better than the pills and the alcohol, so he asked me to sign

sounding a bit surprised. “Edrick has had sleeping

some reason, it just works. He usually falls asleep as soon as

furrowed his brow. “How did you both come to realize

I couldn’t possibly admit to Ethan that I had already had a one night stand with his brother, so I merely shrugged. “We both nodded off in the living room one night,” I lied. Ethan still seemed a bit suspicious, but

subject and turning to walk down the stairs.

planted in my spot as he walked away, my eyes still wide. Ethan, noticing my absence by his side as he took the first step down, turned back to face me.

entirely my fault. I couldn’t be entirely sure that anyone, including Ethan or Ella, wouldn’t still take

with my duties and go downstairs to wake Ella up and give her breakfast. When I arrived downstairs, however, she wasn’t

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

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

said with a chuckle. “And

face me. “Will you

Verona, who cast me a warmly approving look, then looked back down at Ella. She still had whipped cream on the side of her mouth, so I wiped it away with my thumb before it got smeared all over my

seat and happily shoving even more copious amounts of waffle and syrup 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

I said.