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.”

blush, and I looked away feeling self-conscious. How had he noticed something so small

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

My wolf was howling inside me, urging me to take the plunge, to let loose and have some fun. But the rational part of me, the part that had always played it safe,

said, my voice trembling. “I mean, it’s very generous

If this was a trap, then

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

voice barely above a whisper. “Okay, let’s

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

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

voice full of wonder. “It

dancing with mischief. “Ah, I knew 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

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

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

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

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

myself relaxing, the fear giving way to excitement. He drove fast, but it was a controlled kind of fast. I could tell

ride?” Logan shouted over the wind as he put the convertible top down, his eyes on the road, his hands

yelled back, feeling free and wild as the wind whipped through my hair, loosening it from its tight ponytail. As my blonde hair whipped around me, I couldn’t help but laugh, the sound bubbling up from deep within me,

passing between us. He grinned, and I grinned back, feeling a connection