Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

#Chapter 220: Kat the Bodyguard

Edrick

When I arrived back at the penthouse after work, I half expected Moana to be still laid up in bed and exhausted after her first therapy session. That would have been perfectly fine and reasonable, but I was completely not expecting her to be standing in the foyer when I first stepped out of the elevator.

“I want to talk to you,” she said without so much as a greeting. She grabbed my hand and began to tug almost aggressively on my arm, like I was being an inconvenience just for trying to set down my briefcase and hang my suit jacket on the hook.

“Woah, woah, woah,” I blurted out with a chuckle as she tried to pull me away. “What’s the big deal? I haven’t even walked in the door yet. Is everything alright?”

Moana nodded. There was a bit of a twinkle in her eyes, which made me smile a bit. That twinkle also made me involuntarily let my guard down, which allowed her to succeed in yanking me away to my office. She pushed me inside and closed the door behind us, which made me think that either one of two things were going to happen: either she was going to start an argument with me, or she was going to leap on me in a passionate frenzy after being cooped up all day. Neither of those things happened, though.

“I want to talk to you about something,” she said, putting her hands on her hips. “It’s important.”

brow, but nodded anyway as I took off my suit jacket and loosened my tie. “Go ahead,” I

a deep breath, then spoke very quickly and all in one breath as though she expected me to shut her up right in the middle of her sentence. “I want to go back to work and the therapist said that he thinks it could be good for me as long as I have an aide and I was

up in surrender as I sank down into my chair behind my desk. “Talk slowly. One thing at

be good for me to return to work, so long as I have an aide with me in case anything goes wrong,” she said. “I know that the doctor told me that I should take a week of bed rest, but I

seemed so passionate about it that I had a hard time saying no. Even though it terrified me, I knew how happy teaching made her. And if the therapist said that it could be good for her, then maybe it wouldn’t be so bad

the perfect

…

Katherine. But you can just call me

the next morning. After some thought the night

setting up our security team, Kat also seemed sweet and friendly. I could tell instantly just from the way that she interacted with Ella when she first came in earlier that day that she would be really good with kids, which was a relief. I could also tell that Moana liked her right off the bat, and so I sat back and allowed

left was for Moana to approve of having Kat in her classroom; the night before, when I told her that I would let her go back to work early, it was only under one condition: she had to have her bodyguard with her at all times. Moana, unlike before, was just so desperate to go back to work that she was finally open to the idea, and I was feeling a lot

already knew Moana’s official