His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 282 Joyride

Ella

“Wait! What about that ride?” I slowly turned around, my eyes wide, my heart hammering in my chest. My eyes were met with Logan’s smirking face, his expression dancing with mischief.

“Well?” Logan asked, pushing himself off of the hood of one of the cars and coming over to meet me by the door. “Just one joyride? I’m itching for a good drive. Being stuck in the basement all day really made me crave seeing the sunset. I swallowed. “I really shouldn’t,” I said, glancing at my watch. “I’ve got work…”

“Work, shmork,” Logan interrupted with a grin.

“Pick a car. Any car.” “But… I’ve never been on a really fast ride,” I stammered, my mind a whirl of confusion and excitement. “I mean, growing up in such a dense city, we barely drove at all except to go to our mountain estate in the summers.”

Logan’s eyebrows shot up, and he let out a chuckle, his eyes twinkling with amusement and making them stand out against his dirt- stained skin. “So that must be why you always want to walk everywhere.”

looked away feeling self-conscious. How had

“Pick one, and I’ll take you for a joyride. We can check out the scenery, and I promise it’ll be an experience

urging me to take the plunge, to let loose and have some fun. But the rational part of me, the part

mean, it’s very generous of you,

shoulders and guided me away from the door and back. toward the cars. If this was a trap, then I really was just a helpless little mouse. “Don’t overthink it. Just choose

searching for any sign of deception or hidden agenda. All I saw was sincerity and a playful spark that was impossible to

said, my voice barely above a whisper.

up, and he clapped his hands together, “Fantastic! Now,

the red one with the cream-colored leather interior. There was something about it that called to me, and I pointed at it, feeling a thrill of excitement. It looked as though it

one,” I said, my voice full of wonder. “It looks

eyes dancing with mischief. “Ah, I knew you had a soft spot for my first one. Everyone does,” he said, his voice filled with

my senses, I couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous. My father was always incredibly cautious when it came to

were shaking, and I clutched the edge of the seat, trying to calm myself. “Ready?” Logan asked,

“Ready,” I whispered, feeling a

out of the garage and onto the winding road. At first, I held my breath, my body tense as we accelerated, the

skillfully navigated the twists and turns, I found myself relaxing, the fear giving way to excitement. He drove fast, but it was a controlled kind of fast. I could tell he knew what he was doing, and I started to

the convertible top down, his

wind whipped through my hair, loosening it from its tight ponytail. As my blonde hair whipped around me,

at Logan, and our eyes met, at shared understanding passing between us. He grinned, and I grinned back, feeling a connection that was new and yet