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 he noticed something so

soft and coaxing, his hand gesturing at the row of sleek, gleaming cars. “Pick one, and I’ll take you for a joyride.

let loose and have some fun. But the rational part of me,

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

me away from the door and back. toward the cars. If this was a trap, then I really was just

agenda. All I saw was sincerity and a playful spark that was

I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Okay,

and he clapped his hands together,

at the 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

said, my voice full of wonder.

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 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

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

“Ready,” I whispered, feeling a strange mixture

the car out of the garage and onto the winding road. At first, I

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

put the convertible top down, his eyes on

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, pure

us. He grinned, and I grinned back, feeling a connection that was new and yet somehow