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

I said, lowering my voice so that

chuckled again.

some reason, my presence helps him sleep better than the pills and the

has had sleeping problems since

“I don’t know why, but for some reason, it just works. He usually falls asleep as soon as I do and wakes up as soon as I

did you

his brother, so I merely shrugged. “We both nodded off in the living room one night,” I lied. Ethan still

changing the subject and turning to walk down the stairs.

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

we be caught, it would ultimately somehow wind up being entirely my fault. I couldn’t

go downstairs to wake Ella up and give her breakfast. When I arrived

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 across the room to throw her arms around me excitedly. She was still in her pajamas and had a bit of whipped cream on the side of her mouth, and obviously appeared to be

om–” She paused, chewing on

said with a chuckle. “And it’s Belgian

turning back to face me. “Will you eat with

warmly approving look, then looked back down at Ella. She still had whipped cream on the side of her mouth, so I wiped it away with my thumb before it got smeared all over my silk pajamas and nodded. “Sure,” I said. “I’ll eat with

and happily shoving even more copious amounts of waffle and syrup into her mouth, I pulled out the chair beside her. I went to lift the silver dome that was covering my plate, but before I could, a servant scurried over and did it for me, revealing a steaming hot waffle with fruit on top and an equally

said.