His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 16: A Sweet Scent
Edrick

I lifted my blindfold, as did she. The sweet scent that I smelled was definitely Moana…

Or so I thought. It faded so quickly that I was no longer sure if it was her who I smelled, or someone else. It couldn’t be her, anyway; she was a human. She had no scent.

“It looks like we have our first winners!” the announcer called over the microphone.

As Ella squealed with delight on the platform above, I realized that I was holding Moana’s hand. I saw her blushing and I quickly dropped her hand. When we re-emerged from the maze, Ella was standing at the entrance with one of the staff members — the same girl from before.

The staff member gave Moana and I a strange look, but still said nothing and instead handed Ella the grand prize; the rare doll that Ella had so desperately wanted.

As we walked back to the car, Ella couldn’t stop chattering about how much she loved her doll, how amazing it was that she was able to make me find Moana so quickly, and how this was the best birthday she had ever had in her entire life.

backs of my sore ears from wearing it all day. The driver pulled away from the curb and started taking us in the direction of the penthouse, where, unbeknownst to both Ella and Moana, I had

her new doll clutched tightly to her chest, humming and wiggling happily in her seat. I couldn’t help myself from sneaking

Smartypants,” Moana said, wrapping her arm around Ella’s small shoulders. “What are

brows for a few moments, tapping her chin with her index finger. “I think I’ll name

to the strange scent I

to recognize where that scent came from?” I asked

“It was too quick and faint. Although, I think it might

as I looked away from Moana and Ella and looked out the window instead at the city sights as they passed by. Was my mate at

…

a little while later due to our agreement — still bundled up in extra layers, of course, as if

sitting on the bed,

“I can

fine,” I replied.

few days now, I was already feeling immensely better. I thought to myself that the insomnia was just caused by being lonely in bed, but then I would think about other one night stands I had before Moana came into the picture and would remember that, even then,

helped me sleep? There wasn’t anything particularly out of the ordinary with her, and her demeanor was often cordial with me — she was even a little cold with me sometimes, whereas I had had previous one night stands with women who were head over heels for me. Maybe there was just something comforting about Moana. She

the opposite side of the bed, pausing to glance at the

want the curtains closed?” she

I had completely forgotten about how she had opened the curtains after our second night of sleeping together. Normally I liked to keep the room as dark as possible to try and help me sleep, but it didn’t seem to