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.”

not that it’s any of my business, but it does sort of appear

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

chuckled again. “A

like that,” I insisted. “An actual sleeping arrangement. For some reason, my presence helps him sleep better than the pills

Ethan asked, sounding a bit surprised. “Edrick has had

He usually falls asleep as

brow. “How did you

I couldn’t possibly admit to Ethan that I had already had a one night stand with his 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 say anything

subject and turning to walk

side as he took the first step down, turned back to face me. “Don’t

fears for the moment, although the lingering possibility of Edrick’s and my secret being discovered still loomed heavily above my head. What made 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,

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

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 and

waffles and… om–” She paused, chewing on the syllables on her tongue, before giving up and

Verona said with a chuckle. “And it’s Belgian

face me.

had whipped cream on the side of her mouth, so I wiped it away with my thumb before

her mouth, I pulled out the chair beside her. I went to lift the silver dome that was covering my plate, but

I said. “This looks