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.”

words made me blush, and I looked away feeling self-conscious. How had

his hand gesturing at the row of sleek, gleaming cars. “Pick one, and I’ll take you for a joyride. We can check out the scenery, and I promise it’ll

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

Logan,” I said, my voice trembling. “I mean, it’s very generous of you, but I really should be

cars. If this was a trap, then I really was just a helpless little mouse. “Don’t overthink it. Just choose a car and let’s go. Trust me, you’ll love

of deception or hidden agenda. All I saw was sincerity and a playful spark that was

barely above a

lit up, and he clapped his hands together, “Fantastic! Now, which one do your want to

one with the cream-colored leather interior. There was something about it that

I said, my voice full of

you had a soft spot for my first one. Everyone does,” he said, his voice filled with pride. “She’s also my fastest.” He opened the door for

polished leather take over my senses, I couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous. My father was always incredibly cautious when it came to driving, sometimes to a fault. He never drove too fast unless he really needed to,

myself. “Ready?” Logan asked, his voice full of anticipation

nodded. “Ready,” I whispered, feeling a strange mixture of fear and

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

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 have

he put the convertible top down, his eyes on the road, his hands steady on

its tight ponytail. As my

looked over at Logan, and our eyes met, at shared understanding passing between us. He grinned, and I grinned back, feeling a