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 he noticed something so small about

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,

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

voice trembling. “I mean, it’s very generous of you, but I really should be going. I have work to do,

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

for any sign of deception or hidden agenda. All I saw was sincerity and a

voice barely above a

hands together, “Fantastic! Now, which one do

row of cars, but 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 pointed at it, feeling a

voice full of wonder.

had a soft spot for my first one. Everyone does,” he said, his

into the seat and felt the scent of 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

of the seat, trying to calm myself. “Ready?” Logan

looked at him, my eyes wide, and nodded. “Ready,”

the winding road. At first, I

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

ride?” Logan shouted over the wind as he put the convertible top

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

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