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.”

away feeling self-conscious. How had

gleaming cars. “Pick one, and I’ll take you for a joyride. We can check

My wolf was howling inside me, urging me to take the plunge, to let

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

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 and let’s go.

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

barely above

he clapped his hands together, “Fantastic! Now, which one

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.

voice full of

his eyes 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 me, and I hesitated for

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

edge of the seat, trying to calm myself. “Ready?” Logan asked, his voice full

looked at him, my eyes wide, and nodded. “Ready,” I whispered, feeling a strange

the car out of the garage and onto the winding road. At first, I held my breath, my body

as Logan skillfully navigated the twists and turns, I found myself relaxing, the fear giving way to excitement. He drove fast, but it was a

shouted over the wind as he put the convertible top down, his

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

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