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.”

feeling self-conscious. How had he noticed something

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

to let loose and have some

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

but firm. He grabbed my shoulders and guided me away from the door and back. toward the cars. If this was a trap,

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

said, my voice barely above a whisper.

together, “Fantastic! Now, which one do your want

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

voice full of wonder.

he said, his voice filled with pride. “She’s also my fastest.” He opened the door for me, and I hesitated for

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 fast unless he really needed to, and I

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

“Ready,” I whispered, feeling a strange mixture of fear and

the winding road.

relaxing, 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 I started

convertible top

back, feeling free and wild as the wind whipped through my hair, loosening it from its tight ponytail. As my blonde hair whipped

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

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