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.”

feeling self-conscious.

hand gesturing at the row of sleek, gleaming cars. “Pick one, and I’ll take you for a joyride.

urging me to take the plunge, to let loose and have some fun. But the rational part of me, the part that had always played it

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

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. All I saw was sincerity and

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

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

one with the cream-colored leather interior. There was

said, my voice full

mischief. “Ah, I 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

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 too

I clutched the edge of the seat, trying to calm myself. “Ready?” Logan asked, his voice full of anticipation as he settled into the driver’s

“Ready,” I whispered, feeling a strange

Logan expertly guided the car out of the garage and onto the winding road.

then, as Logan skillfully navigated the 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 I started to

the convertible top down, his eyes on the road, his hands

yelled back, 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, the sound bubbling up from deep

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