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 you might

my head vehemently. “No, really,” I said, lowering my voice so that no one else could hear. “Edrick

chuckled again. “A sleeping

For some reason, my presence helps him sleep better than the pills and the alcohol, so he

a bit surprised. “Edrick has had sleeping problems since before

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

furrowed his brow. “How did you both

brother, so I merely shrugged. “We both nodded off in the living room one night,” I lied. Ethan still seemed a bit suspicious, but didn’t

he said, changing the subject and turning to walk down the stairs. “Breakfast

spot as he walked away, my eyes still wide. Ethan, noticing my absence by his side as he took the

it even worse was knowing 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

downstairs to wake Ella up and give her breakfast. When I arrived downstairs, however, she wasn’t in her room. I

and Verona were already 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

to my legs. “Breakfast today is Bell-jam waffles and… om–” She paused, chewing on the syllables on her tongue, before giving up and turning to look at her

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

turning back to face me.

whipped cream on the side of her mouth, so I wiped it away with my thumb before it got smeared all over my silk pajamas and

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

said. “This looks