His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

Chapter 282

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.”

away feeling

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

let loose and have some fun. But the rational part of me, the part that had always played it safe, was holding me

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

my 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 a car

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

I finally said, my voice barely above

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

my eyes were drawn once more to Logan’s first car, the red one with the cream-colored leather interior. There was something about it that called to me, and I

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

does,” he said, his

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,

I clutched the edge of the seat, trying to calm myself. “Ready?” Logan asked, his voice full of anticipation as he settled into the

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

winding road. At first, I

skillfully navigated the twists and turns, I found myself relaxing, the fear giving way to excitement. He drove fast,

as he put the convertible top down, his eyes on the

whipped through my hair, loosening it from its tight ponytail. As my blonde hair whipped around me, I couldn’t help but laugh, the

shared understanding passing between us. He grinned, and I grinned back, feeling a connection that was new and yet

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