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.”

and I looked away feeling self-conscious. How had he noticed

Ella,” Logan said, his voice soft and coaxing, his hand gesturing at the row of sleek, gleaming cars. “Pick one, and I’ll take you for a joyride. We can check out the

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

mean, it’s very generous of

toward the cars. If this was a trap, then I really was just

into his eyes, searching for any sign of deception or hidden agenda. All I saw was sincerity and a playful spark that was

my voice barely above a whisper. “Okay,

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

looked 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 about it that called to me, and I pointed at it, feeling a thrill of excitement. It looked as though it was

said, my voice full of wonder. “It

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

feel a bit nervous. My father was always incredibly cautious when it came to driving, sometimes to a fault. He never

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

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

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

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

over the wind as he put the convertible top down, his eyes on the road, his hands steady on the

whipped through my hair, loosening it from its tight ponytail. As my blonde hair whipped around me, I couldn’t

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