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.”

made me blush, and I looked away feeling self-conscious. How had he noticed something

the row of sleek, gleaming cars. “Pick one, and

wolf was howling inside me, urging me to take the plunge, to let loose and have some fun. But the rational part of me, the part that had

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

Ella,” Logan interrupted, his voice gentle but firm. 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

for any sign of deception or hidden agenda.

said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Okay, let’s do

hands together, “Fantastic! Now, which

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

one,” I said, my voice full of wonder. “It

knew 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 moment, my

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

of the seat, trying to calm myself. “Ready?” Logan asked, his voice full of anticipation as he settled into

“Ready,” I whispered, feeling a

the winding road. At first, I held my breath, my body tense as we accelerated, the world blurring past

twists and turns, I found myself 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

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

As my blonde hair whipped around

He grinned, and