His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan) novel Chapter 10

Nanny and the Alpha Daddy
#Chapter 10: Mina
Moana

Smiling to myself with closed eyes, I nuzzled deeper into the warm embrace of my bedmate, inhaling the smell of his chest.

Wait…

My eyes shot open, as did his at the same time. We stared at one another in disbelief for several long seconds before I felt my face get hot. There was no denying the chemistry in the air between us as we gazed at each other beneath the warmth of the sheets, but I knew deep down that this was wrong. Edrick was my boss, and I had signed a contract to not get romantically involved!

Blushing, I quickly pulled away and climbed out of the bed. I noticed that the cardigan I had worn to bed the night before now lay on the floor, so I picked it up and quickly put it on to cover myself while Edrick sat up slowly in bed.

“I’m sorry,” I said, my back turned to him as I buttoned my cardigan. “Maybe this isn’t the best idea.”

“Perhaps,” he replied. His voice was low and gravelly from sleep, and it admittedly made me feel even more attracted to him. “But I have to say that I haven’t slept that well in ages. Excluding our night in the hotel, of course.”

As I finished buttoning up my cardigan, I felt my face flush an even deeper shade of red. No response came to mind, so without a word, I quietly slipped out of Edrick’s room and hoped that no one would see me.

Unfortunately, that wish did not come true as I almost immediately bumped into Ella, who was standing outside of her father’s room.

“Oh! Good morning, Ella,” I said, trying to act nonchalant as I smiled at the little girl.

She stared at me for a few moments, processing, before she spoke.

“What were you doing in my daddy’s room?”

I felt a lump rise in my throat. How could I possibly explain to a child that her father was paying me to sleep with him? While the simple agreement was that I was only there to sleep beside him to help him sleep and not become romantically involved, there was no way to explain that to the wary little girl without making it sound like I was a prostitute.

“Um… Your daddy just called me in here to tell me that…” My voice faltered as I tried to come up with an excuse. “…That he wants me to take you out for breakfast before your training today.”

Ella’s face lit up, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me.

“Really?” she said, her excited voice turning into a squeak.

I nodded. “Really. Go get ready. We can have crepes for breakfast at the bakery next door. I know they’re your favorite.”

Ella squealed with delight and ran off. I pulled my cardigan tighter around myself, letting out a sigh of relief once she was out of sight. At least I had a way with children.

I quickly went to my room and got dressed in something suitable for the summer heat: a comfortable cotton dress and a pair of sandals. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail, and by that point, Ella was already excitedly banging on my door and singing a made-up song about crepes. As we made our way downstairs and headed to the bakery, my strange new arrangement with Edrick Morgan felt distant in my mind.

As we were eating our breakfast together, however, something new came to my mind… A voice.

It was clear as day, and sounded nothing like my own inner thoughts. It was a woman’s voice, but it was fading in and out.

“Hello…Moana?” it said, sounding distant and weak.

I jumped a bit in shock, nearly dropping the forkful of crepes as I lifted it to my mouth.

“Mr. Ethan is teaching us how to make papier mache,” a little boy, whose face was covered in glitter and the white water-flour mixture used for the project, replied.

“Ethan?” I said, c*****g my head and furrowing my brow.

“Ethan Bradley,” a male voice said from behind me. I spun around to see a young man about my age; he was tall and had long brown hair that was pulled into a bun at the nape of his neck, and wore a white apron over his clothes that was covered in paint. I immediately recognized him as a well-known artist from the city.

My eyes widened. “Wow,” I said, holding out my hand to shake his. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m a huge fan of your work.”

Ethan smiled and shook my hand. “The kids here tell me that you’re quite the artist yourself…”

I blushed, thinking about my sketchbook at home. “I sketch now and again, but I wouldn’t consider myself much of an artist,” I replied. “But I do find the combination of art and child psychology to be very interesting.”

Ethan paused, patiently mulling over my words, before replying. “Why don’t you come to my exhibit next week?” he replied, pulling a small card out of his apron and handing it to me. “And bring your sketchbook. I’d love to hear more.”

I took the card, a grin spreading across my face. “I’d be happy to come,” I said. Ethan smiled and returned to his work with the children, leaving me in the doorway.

“Moana!” a familiar voice said from the stairway. I looked up and smiled to see the director of the orphanage, Sophia, coming down the steps. “What brings you here? I heard you got a new job; live-in au pair, right?”

I met her halfway, adjusting my purse on my shoulder with a nod. “Yes. I had a little free time, so I thought I would stop by. And…” I bit my lip, looking at the floor for a moment. “I discovered something recently. It’s about my identity. I was hoping you could tell me about how I came to be here when I was a child.”

Sophia’s smile faded, replaced by an expression that I couldn’t quite read. She nodded slowly, turning to go back upstairs. “Follow me,” she said.