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 so

cars. “Pick one, and I’ll take you for a joyride. We can check out the scenery, and I

bit my lip, torn between curiosity and caution. My wolf was howling inside me, urging me to take the plunge, to let loose and have some fun. But the rational part

my voice trembling. “I mean, it’s very generous of you, but I really should be going. I have work to

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

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

said, my voice barely above a whisper.

clapped his hands together,

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

I said, my voice full of wonder. “It looks really

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

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

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

and nodded. “Ready,” I whispered,

winding road. At first, I held my breath,

myself relaxing, the fear giving way to excitement. He drove fast, but

put the convertible top down, his eyes

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, the sound bubbling up from deep within me, pure

shared understanding passing between us. He grinned, and I grinned back, feeling