His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 2 The Werewolf CEO

Moana

“She’s with me.”

The bouncer whipped around to face the man standing on the stairs. I stood there, my eyes wide, as I realized that the man who was mysteriously helping me get into the bar was the same man who had almost hit me with his car on the street and then promptly threw me a wad of cash like I was a beggar: Edrick Morgan, CEO of WereCorp. I considered just turning around and leaving, but before I could, Edrick came down the stairs and waved the bouncer away, fixing his steely gray eyes on me.

“Come on,” he said, peering around me to look out the door and onto the street. “It looks like it’s going to rain again. You don’t want to be walking around in the rain, do you?”

I felt as though there was something a bit condescending in the wealthy werewolf’s tone, but he was right: it had been raining for most of the day, and had already begun to sprinkle again. I didn’t want to walk home in the rain and get more soaked than I already was, so I silently followed Edrick up the stairs.

“You’re still wearing those dirty clothes,” Edrick said in a somewhat cold tone of voice as we reached the top of the stairs. “I gave you money to replace them. Why didn’t you use it?”

I frowned.

“I may be a human, but I won’t take money from rude and arrogant people who throw cash at me out the window of their car like I’m a beggar on the street.”

Edrick sucked his teeth and looked me up and down for a moment before curtly turning to a woman who stood nearby. She seemed a little older than me and wore a plain black staff uniform. He muttered something to her that I couldn’t quite make out and she nodded, turning to me and smiling with one arm outstretched.

one last time as the woman guided me away, leading me upstairs to a private room. As she unlocked the door and opened

this?” I asked, turning to face

patrons,” the woman replied with a smile. “This room is specially designed for our female patrons to come and freshen up, touch up their makeup, or perhaps change their clothes in the event of a wardrobe malfunction. It’s

the woman closed the

jewelry with a puzzled expression on my face; was Edrick Morgan not so arrogant and cruel as I thought? Did he feel badly about our encounter in the street and wanted to make it up to me, or was this all some sort of

with his mistress

silk, with thin straps and a plunging neckline. I also picked out a

to race as I noticed Edrick look up from his table. His eyes lingered on me for a few long moments that felt like an

said. “That includes any drinks and food you order, as well as

this was so far from what I normally wore, and now it was mine? I glanced up to ask the woman if she was sure I could keep the dress, but she was already

walked into the main area and slid up onto one

like to drink?” the bartender

my purse as I glanced around at all of the other bar patrons. Most of

I muttered some words of thanks and swirled the liquid around in my glass as I attempted to settle into my seat and

to see a middle-aged man in a suit leaning on the bar next to me with a

but he persisted. Despite Edrick Morgan’s burst of kindness in letting me into this bar and paying for everything, I

you another drink,” the man said, leaning closer to me. “Something better than gin and tonic. I’ve

smile, trying to hide my disgust overhearing the word ‘beta’. “Thanks

either not noticing or not caring that I wasn’t interested as he sat on the stool next to me, his body uncomfortably close to mine. “I’m Mark, by the way. Mark Schaffer.” He stuck out

hand away as soon

said. “You

mind went blank as Mark continued to prattle on about his money, his lineage, his multiple vacation homes, this and that… I

why I prefer the

and gathered my purse, clearly annoyed that I cut him off, but I didn’t care. Without another word, I walked to the bathroom and shut the door behind me, taking a few deep breaths as