His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 5 L’affaire Au Pair

Moana

I woke up at 4:30 the next morning — a bit earlier than I needed to, probably, but I wasn’t taking any chances with this job. I spent the next hour practically scrubbing myself raw in the shower, fixing my hair, ironing my clothes, and taking extra care to make sure that there wasn’t a single stray hair or speck of dust on me, because today was the first day of the job that would change my life, and I had to be perfect.

I then spent the final half hour of my preparations pacing and staring out the window, willing myself with all of the strength I had to not bite my nails, as I waited for the car that Selina had mentioned. Lo and behold, as soon as the clock struck 5:59, I saw a black car slowly pulling up out front, and I practically flew out of my apartment and down the stairs so that I was opening the car door by 6:00 sharp.

“Hmph,” Selina said, looking at her watch as I clambered into the back. “Six o’clock on the dot. A little out of breath, but at least you’re here.”

“Sorry,” I said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear and buckling my seatbelt. “It’s a bad neighborhood, so I didn’t want to wait outside.”

Selina didn’t answer. The driver pulled the car away from the curb and started heading down the street.

“We’ll be stopping to sign your contract with the lawyer first,” Selina said, her voice flat as she looked out the window with a modicum of disgust on her wrinkled face. “Then, you’ll get a tour of the penthouse apartment where you’ll be spending most of your time. I suspect you won’t be needing to return to your old home to collect your things?”

I thought back to my apartment and its contents.

“Well, I have some clothes and things there–”

“Your employer will supply you with anything you need: clothes, toiletries, books, and anything else you might need or want. Unless you have sentimental belongings you need to go back for, I wouldn’t recommend wasting your time and energy on such a move.”

clutching the tiny silver locket around my neck. That locket was the only sentimental thing I owned, and it was always around my neck. Everything else in that apartment could

“Very well,” Selina said.

at me even once. I didn’t let it get to me, though; growing up human in a world dominated by werewolves prepared me for this sort of treatment. There were many werewolves who saw

that read “William Brown, Esq.” Selina got out of the car without

the woman said a word; the woman only shut the door behind us and gestured toward

He was asleep.

across from him, and when he still didn’t wake,

“Wake up, William!”

in the doorway, but my smile quickly faded when Selina abruptly

on his glasses with shaking old hands as he opened a drawer and pulled

practically insane, as the elderly lawyer licked his fingers and flipped through the documents. Finally, after a painstakingly long time and a curt “ahem” from Selina, he

to sign this basic contract

clauses thrown in: one mentioned that I was not allowed to become romantically involved with my employer at

What are these clauses for?” I asked, pointing to them. William leaned

“All very standard.”

“But I–”

the agreement,” Selina growled under her breath.

down on the dotted line and sliding the contract back to William. “I

another “Hmph,” and stood, smoothing down her

finished,” she said, nodding politely to William, who seemed already exhausted from our brief

…

and I walked through the marble lobby and took the elevator up a few dozen storeys before coming out into

less feral than the night before, wearing a prim baby blue dress with ruffles and a bow in her

massive apartment on a tour — which took over an hour since the place was so large, and I was thoroughly exhausted by the time it was over.

and Amy,

with her tiny hands. I stifled a gasp as I saw how spacious and beautiful

is… mine?” I asked,