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

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, and I promise it’ll

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

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

He grabbed my shoulders and 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

deception or hidden agenda. All I saw

barely above a whisper.

his hands together, “Fantastic! Now, which one do your

with the cream-colored leather interior. There was something about it that called to me, and I pointed at

one,” I 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 I hesitated for a

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

hands were shaking, and I clutched the edge of the seat, trying to calm myself. “Ready?” Logan asked, his voice full of anticipation as

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

of the garage and onto the winding road.

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

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

feeling free 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,

our eyes met, at shared understanding passing between us. He grinned, and I grinned