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.”

and I looked away feeling self-conscious. How had he noticed something

Ella,” Logan said, his voice 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 scenery, and I promise it’ll be an experience you’ll never

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

Logan,” I said, my voice trembling. “I mean, it’s very generous of you, but I really should be

If this was a trap, then I really was just a helpless little mouse. “Don’t

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

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

face lit up, and he clapped his hands together, “Fantastic! Now, which

row of 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

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

first one. Everyone does,” he said, his voice filled with pride. “She’s also my fastest.”

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

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

and nodded. “Ready,” I whispered, feeling a strange mixture

of the garage and onto the winding road. At

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

over the wind as he put the convertible top down,

its tight ponytail. As my

looked over at Logan, and our eyes met, at shared understanding passing between us. He grinned, and