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.

glanced over my shoulder at him one last time as the woman guided me away, leading me upstairs to a private room. As she unlocked the door and opened it, my eyes widened. The room was full of racks of expensive clothing, shoes, and

turning to face

freshen up, touch up their makeup, or perhaps change their clothes in the event of a wardrobe

I could say anything else, the woman closed the door and left

cruel as I thought? Did he feel badly about our encounter in the street and wanted to make it up to me, or was

boyfriend with his mistress earlier, and this seemed to be my

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

eyes lingered on me for a few long moments that felt like an eternity before he looked back to continue his conversation with the other man who

evening,” the woman said.

this was so far from what I normally wore, and now it was mine? I glanced up to ask the woman

into the main area and slid up onto one of

to drink?” the bartender

replied, fiddling with the clasp on my purse as I glanced around at all of the other bar patrons. Most of them seemed too preoccupied with their drinks and their conversations as

the liquid around in my glass as I attempted

turned to see a middle-aged man in a suit leaning on the bar next to me with a drink in his hand. He had salt-and-pepper hair, a somewhat stocky build, and smelled strongly

come up with an answer, so I awkwardly laughed and took a sip of my drink in the hopes that the man would get the hint and leave me alone, but he persisted. Despite Edrick Morgan’s burst of kindness in letting me into this bar and paying for everything, I was still uninterested

man said, leaning closer to me. “Something better than gin and tonic. I’ve got plenty of money, being a beta and all; you can

fine with this,” I said with a weak smile, trying to hide my disgust overhearing the word ‘beta’.

sat on the stool next to me, his body uncomfortably close to mine. “I’m Mark, by the way. Mark Schaffer.” He stuck out his hand

pulling my hand away as

said. “You know, I’m the Beta

on about his money, his lineage, his multiple vacation homes,

why I prefer

frowned as I abruptly stood and gathered my purse, clearly annoyed that I cut him off,