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 self-conscious. How had he noticed something so small

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

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 always

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

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 and let’s go. Trust me, you’ll

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

my voice barely above

together, “Fantastic! Now, which one

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

I said, my voice full of wonder. “It

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

father was always incredibly cautious when it came to

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

eyes wide, and nodded. “Ready,” I whispered,

life, and Logan expertly guided the car out of the garage and onto the winding road. At first, I

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

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

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

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