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.”

it does sort of appear as though you might be,”

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

again.

actual sleeping arrangement. For some reason, my presence helps him sleep better than the pills and the alcohol, so he

a bit surprised. “Edrick has

but for some reason, it just works. He usually falls asleep as

did you

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,”

he said, changing the subject and turning to walk

as he walked away, my eyes still wide. Ethan, noticing my absence by his side as he took the first step down, turned back to face

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

that I needed to continue with my duties and go downstairs to wake Ella up and give her breakfast. When I arrived downstairs, however, she wasn’t in her room. I heard the sound of voices

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 skittered

Ella exclaimed as she clung to my legs. “Breakfast today is Bell-jam waffles and… om–” She paused, chewing on the syllables on her tongue, before giving up and turning to look at her

a chuckle.

Ella said, turning back to face me. “Will you

down at Ella. She still had whipped cream on the side of her mouth, so I wiped it away with my thumb before

waffle and syrup into her mouth, I pulled out the chair beside her. I went to lift the silver dome that was

I said. “This